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When I was 8 years old, I slept over at my best friend, Racquel's, house. I walked into her house that day and met her mother for the first time. She was an eccentric woman fascinated with the occult and things of that nature. She greeted me warmly and said, "Hmmm. You know. You're not going to live to see past age 30."

I have no idea why she would say that to a child, but I have always kept that message tucked somewhere in my brain. Sort of assuming that it was true.

December 19th, I turn 30. It is with the vastly tenuous luxury of humanity that I assume I will wake up in the morning.

I don't think I will actually cease breathing tomorrow. But, I do believe there is a certain truth to Raquel's mother's bizarrely inappropriate prophecy. I need to do some living before I die.

Photo by g8s. Coney Island, 1999.

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