We are going to have a party - a toast to the road. We're having a birthday cake and punch, tours of the Old State Capitol building and speeches from various dignitaries whom we have invited, including the governor, if he can make it. And everyone is invited.

The birthday party was me and her, a whore friend of hers and her pimp, and the cake.

Nicole Richie invited me to her birthday party, and it was at Michael Jackson's Neverland!

I didn't have a birthday cake this year,

Abby touched her palm to my cheek. "You know what, Mr. Maddox?"
"What, baby?"
Her expression turned serious.
"In another life, I could love you."
I watched her for a moment, staring into her glassed over eyes. She was drunk, but just for a moment it didn't seem wrong to pretend that she meant it.
"I might love you in this one.

We wanted it to be very kid-like and birthday party-ish.