Twenty-seven years ago, at 4:34 AM, a baby was born in Kosair Hospital in Louisville, Kentucky. The little fella was 8 weeks premature and weighed in at a hearty 2lbs. 13ozs. of solid, uh… scrawny. Anyway, I’ve told that story before, so I won’t bore you all with it again. The fact that I’ve lived this long defies medical science and the laws of both nature and man.
Considering I was on a feeding tube for the first two months of life and spent God knows how long in NICU, I’ve turned out to be pretty healthy. This calls for a song!