"The Kid" surprised no one more than himself when he rang the five-0 bell yesterday.
While I wasn't able to be there, I did twist one up in your honour, bro.
Happy birthday!
That's the kid who fell out of the trunk of my '77 Impala at 70 miles an hour on a logging road in the Alberta foothills.
The kid who landed three hundred feet away from the vehicle in a car crash that made the front page of the local paper.
The kid who waved bye-bye to his mother every school-day morning for two years as she dropped him off at the front door of his high school, and then promptly headed out the back door in search of more intriguing educational opportunities.
The kid who spent a week exhausting the morphine supply at Vegreville Hospital after his house trailer exploded with him in it...
Oh, but the kid's got some stories, he does...
And now that he's into wholesome hobbies like gardening and bicycle racing, the next fifty years is gonna fly by like nothing...
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