Tough Company

If you count in multiples of 11, I've hit the third one today.

Yup. 33. It just kinda brushed me by.

At dinner with my colleagues last night celebrating x'mas, the topic of other people at age 33 had come up. When I say other people, I in no way expected to be considered having similar traits as these people, other than having survived my first 33 years of breathing.

As it happened, the three names that the table could think of who 'expired' at 33 were... Jim Morrison, Bruce Lee, and Jesus.

So basically, I was being compared to the poster boy for Classic Rock, the kungfu master who caught airborne grains of rice with chopsticks, and the messiah who's redeemed all mankind for eternity.

"Yeah Joe, so what've you done with your life ?"

Happy End of Early 30s to me!