Happy Birthday Mr. Continuum

This is how some old friends choose to celebrate my birthday. I guess I understand, if you consider the fact that I secretly romanticize this type of behavior. The loner. On the edge of existence. Alone. Boiling Point. Standoff. Go ahead, try to tell him about the fiery, blue steel flame emitted from the candle of destiny. Then watch him spit on it. Then tell him about the intense, distinctly original, aromatically delightful, invigorating scent of the future flower, and watch him mash it fiercely between his two best fingers and wipe the remnants on your bare skull.