i'm sorry ms. jackson

I used to be so good about birthdays. Really I did.
I'd be the one who kept track of everyone's special day, would always send cards, usually would be the one planning the surprise birthday party.
Not so now. My friends are damn lucky if they get a phone call. A text message is usually the most I can muster.
That said, today happens to be the birthday of one of my favorite people.
The one and only Taures Jackson turns 21 today. Or maybe 28. I'm not really sure.
It was Taures who spoke the immortal words that later became the name of this blog.
He and I have been through thick and thicker. Laughter. Tears. Laughter through tears.
I once left him stranded in Paris, with nothing but 40 Euros and an address of a cold youth hostle, but he never held that against me. God bless him. Salt of the earth, I'm telling you.
Despite all we've been through, I didn't send Taures a birthday card. Said card is now sitting on my counter, where it's been waiting to be mailed for two days. Maybe I should have just sent a text message.
Anyway, Happy Birthday, Taures! You know what they say:
Sorry 'bout all this.