It’s in a week on the 6th. I haven’t spoken to him since August. I’m not entirely sure if it’d be appropriate to say anything.
I just want to know he’s not angry with me… or going to ignore me for the rest of his life. Scratch that. I want to know if he’s even alive.
We’ll see if I work up the courage to say anything. I’ve got a week. A lot of shit can happen in a week.
Even if he just says “thanks” I’ll be content.
In case if I don’t tell him…
Happy birthday, Michael.