It was just the three of us and a black forest cake.

Three candles to mark Jeff’s 44th birthday.

“Happy birthday, Jeppy,” I said, my hand holding his face; my face looking teary-eyed as I said everything I never said as I held his gaze. Operating purely on mental telepathy and quantum physics. My whole entire energy was right there, spontaneously combusting with all the love I have for him steadily growing through the years.

I’m pretty sure he caught my drift. For someone who can read and analyse an oscilloscope, reading and analysing my feelings shouldn’t be any more complicated than making e-blades.

I’m pretty easy to troubleshoot: just f%ckn leave me alone. Either that, or feed me. Although a foot massage would be nice too. And while you’re breathing there, maybe make me a nice cup of weak black tea briefly steeped three times…

Like I said, I’m easy.

Here’s Raven’s birthday message to Jeff:

happy fart day sigma boi tung tung tung tung tung sahur poo sigma ateee poo farts in ur face tralalelo tralala pooooooooopiiieeeeee wait CHIPANZINI BANANINI WAWAWA! WAI WAI WAI WAI WAI WAI WAI WAIIIIT! GING GANG GULI GULI GULI WATCHA GING GANG GULI LING GANG GU

gen Z, gen alpha, and gen beta will always slay! duhhh bruthuh uhh

If you didn’t understand any of that, don’t worry, I don’t either. Kids and their lingo these days. Go figure.

*Raven at 9 years old