The date of my biological birth was 30 April 1989. But everything up until about a year ago is irrelevant.
The date of my actual birth was Thursday, July 14th, 2005. i was in the Wharf Tavern, washing dishes. Roland had 95.5 WBRU on.
That was the day I first heard "Best of You" by the Foo Fighters. It was the beginning of "the hope that starts the broken hearts". That one song is the reason I want to go into english. Never before had I heard someone properly communicate their pathetic inability to express the most basic human emotions to the one they adored the most. Well, other than T.S. Eliot.
I came of age 5 January 2006, The first time I saw someone half-smile at my pathetic self-loathing. No, not that "coming of age".
I died sometime ago, I'm still not sure exactly when that was. It's hard to pin down an exact date.