june 15 sku

It was my birthday last Thursday. I am now 48. When I turned 42, I started to write a post of sorts called something like Life, the Universe, and Everything. The gist was that I was going to cough 42 pieces of advice out into the world because I was hitting the Douglas Adams birthday. You get it. I never finished that post because when I turned 42, in 2020, the world was still in the grips of the pandemic. My birthday party was a socially distanced affair in Parc La Fontaine, but it was fun, and my friend got a ticket for giving a cop the finger. We actually watched them look through a little municipal bylaws booklet (or whatever) to find something to charge her with. I think it was like "public lewdness" or some shit like that. Related: a bunch of young Montreal-Nord cops are in trouble for exactly what you think they are in trouble for. I never wrote Life, the Universe, and Everything. I don't think I ever will. It's a good post, but sometimes writing obvious stuff makes me feel…