The Birthday Boy

No cake, no steak, no party; just empty wishes and broken promises. Some birthday, huh? That’ll teach me to hang all my dreams on one hook. Miss Patsy and Miss April couldn't muster a pancake between them and I know they made some, ‘cause I heard them talking, and I was sure Miss JJ was gonna surprise me. Hell, this birthday's almost as bad as the one I had in November.

At least the sun came out this afternoon. Sure is good to sit outside again.

Betcha can’t guess what Housty gave me for my birthday?

 

 Yup, a fresh pouch of tobacco.