After all these years. 34 years by my count. You'll have to forgive me, your one non-obligatory fan, for the lateness of these birthday wishes. I was in Toronto for a couple weeks and away from my PC and calendar.
Well as for the wishes:
May the sun always shine on your face when you remember to wear sunblock. May the bird that flies overhead crap on the person next to you. May a thousand fleas infest the crotch of every producer who has the gall to turn you down. May every bed you sleep in be warm and cozy, every toilet seat you sit on cold and sterile and every lip you kiss void of cold sores. May the inspiration of a hundred muses fall on your shoulders May the light in your eyes shine brightly
and
May you never suffer the humiliation of leaving your home with a used condom stuck to your pant leg.
God Bless you, Jon Wright, this year and all the years of your life.
After all these years. 34 years by my count. You'll have to forgive me, your one non-obligatory fan, for the lateness of these birthday wishes. I was in Toronto for a couple weeks and away from my PC and calendar.
