I dare you to prove me wrong. So I'm thirty now. I turned thirty on April 12. It's not much different. Or so I keep telling myself.
Tomorrow is a big day.
I wrote a very, very short story. You will enjoy it. Last week, I decided to stop by a small Vietnamese restaurant in Cleveland for lunch. Before I went inside, I tried to think of a funny joke involving my surprise to find there were Vietnamese people living in Ohio. But the restaurant turned out to be owned by an old Polish immigrant named Staniszlowzc, so I had to forget about telling my joke.