Happy Birthday Son!!! I remember it like it was yesterday!
So you are Sixteen now, my boy! I remember laying on my back and the doctor telling me to squeeze. "Squeeze, DeNiro's Mom, squeeze!", he'd say. I remember as if it were yesterday. It all started when I was working in Vegas. I met D's dad on the corner. He wore camoflauge face paint and a purple g-string, a man after my own heart. I then seduced him and he rode me to the stables that night, let me tell you. Then he left me. I could've got rid of the kid, an abortion, I don't know . ... left him in a dumpster. I don't know. I love ya D! Happy Birthday! Love Mom!!!
PS, you can stay out till 11pm tonight. 🙂