Ass kicking good times

For those of you who have not sussed it out and care, I practice Zen Buddhism. To those who that may concern, no, this doesnt mean I dont believe in God of Jesus. Its a practice of mindfulness, nothing more.

That saud, there was a sesshin, a retreat, planned for this coming week, falling over my birthday. I wanted to go, but wanted to stay and be adored too. I am publsihing this lovely note from A, a good friend of mine, written in response to my agonizations..should I stay or should I go:

"Dude, you totally have to be in SF for your birthday. You've spent waaaaaaaaaay too many birthdays in quiet contemplation - or curled up on a fetal position somewhere wondering why it was a good idea to eat that single M&M which threw you into some sort of unparalled blood sugar, Sz triggering, physical rebellion.

Stay in SF. Play. Run through the streets whooping and hollering. For Christsakes man, if you don't take the day to be selfish and celebrate the fact that you CAN CELEBRATE AGAIN, I swear on all things holy and unholy that I will personally fly my ass to your tree hugging, pretty boy loving, god damned hilly town and kick your ass."

Amen. Thanks A.