I turned 39 on November 7th and had the shittiest birthday yet. It was worse than going to Disneyworld for my dirty 30th and finding out that they didn't serve alcohol at the flagship theme park. Hello, my name is DDomNation. DD because duh, OM for my yoga practice, Nation because I'm 3 miles short of a National Disaster. I was born a month before my best friend WesSir BurnsAlot. We both grew up poor, made our riches, and have systematically had our lives stripped away from us. My main problem has been alcohol, his name problem has been health issues. Secondary problems are the women we choose, and to complete the tri-fecta, we give each other the worst advice ever and roll with it. My birthday was celebrated with my bags packed, checked out of a hotel, at a hot springs, with NOT ONE SINGLE FRIEND AROUND. I got stranded, and to make a long story short, I spent the entire day in seething rage, sitting on various couches, staring at people in awe why they wouldn't talk t...