When I was very young, my favorite TV station Nickelodeon, was on channel 27. I was also born on the 27th day of the month and that number very early on became my favorite of ALL the numbers. My wife was born on the 9th day of the month, but CBS was on channel 9 when she was a child and CBS is shit, so 9 did not become her favorite number.. Hers is 18 for some stupid reason I'm sure she told me 20 years ago or some shit. 20 years ago I was a very different person: about half my weight, double the muscle mass, better hairline and balls for miles. Now, according to the lady urologist, I have "high-riders." Not sure what changed. Maybe it's all the Androstenedione and Creatine I took in HS and college. I miss neither HS nor college. I had fun during both, but I have absolutely zero nostalgia.. I can't even remember teachers names/faces. The memories I do have of that time I'm sure are distorted by my own self-absorbed perception of reality. I constantly second guess and nitpick my day-to-day interactions knowing my subjective take is so far removed from the truth that I can't be considered a reliable narrator even to myself. I've told myself for years Nickelodeon was on channel 27. What if it wasn't? What if I just willed the memory into existence? I'm pretty sure I was born on the 27th, but it's not like a piece of paper can't be wrong. Paper fucking lies to us all the time.
