I am sitting down to watch Lethal Weapon 3. It is the first day of my thirty-ninth year. That phrasing of a birthday I got from a television show called “Homefront,” which aired in 1990 or 1991. Lethal Weapon 3 came out in 1992. I saw it opening day in the theater. I have not seen it since before we all found out Mel Gibson was a racist and a bigot. I am drinking a cup of Casa Cielo coffee out of a “Homicide: Life on the Street” mug. Casa Cielo coffee my wife discovered by accident over ten years ago when getting me a “brew of the day.” It is from Guatemala. “Homicide: Life on the Street” was my favorite show as a teenager. I was very popular. I am eating a piece of Strawberry Rhubarb Pie, which I bought yesterday, on my thirty-eighth birthday, driving back from my wife and I’s wedding ceremony. Previously, we had been pragmatically common law. I am drinking coffee and eating the finest Strawberry Rhubarb Pie I have had since my mom’s because it’s what Dale Cooper would do; although I am not sure he would watch Lethal Weapon 3. Like I said, I was very popular in the nineties.