This weekend I turned 31 and getting old in general sucks. Your back starts to hurt and gray hairs start to creep into your winter beard. Good thing I sit in front of a computer all day so I don’t overexert myself too much.

But recently I’ve been reading up on the philosophy of Bruce Lee and the Tao of Jeet Kune Do. I’m learning to “empty my mind, be shapeless, be water” like the master. I’m probably closer to room temperature margarine right now. Baby steps.

But birthdays aren’t so bad when you have friends like mine.

Angry dragon sushi:

Me and Casey with werewolves:

Shitty beer and weird leopard/tiger/bear stuffed animal prizes:

My boy, Achilles, ripping its face off:

My girl got me these numbered, signed and framed Usugrow and Alex Pardee prints from Upper Playground:

Then, I ended the weekend with ice cream cake with the fam. I’m a lucky man!