woke up that morning I turned twenty-one I’d decided it was probably time to man up, grow some cojones. So instead of scuttling off to my room I sat back, took a couple deep breaths and a couple more bites from my butty (do you think about me biting someone’s ass when I say that? I do) to get back in balance, to overthrow old habits, and then I dove my hand right back into the bag and pulled out the next gift.