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Happy birthday is sung, mom sings may the dear lord bless you verse by herself. Newly 33 year old Jeremy blows out the candles, maybe there are 33 of them, a tame dad and brother prank. There are kids. Young kids and Jeremy is Daddy. Kelly as Mommy tries to run herd on them, but ultimately the boys do what they want. Meanwhile, someone has asked Jeremy what he wished for. He thinks 'I wish I knew.'

Title card
Music trumpets heralding and mocking

Narration
I've never really fit in. Don't get me wrong, I've had plenty of friends in my life, and no trouble making them, but I do tend to like them weird, just like I like my coffee. I've fit in lots of places, but rarely stuck with any one thing for too long.  I'm what you might call a free spirit. I know what you're thinking, the mental image that's forming here... (visuals of Jeremy beginning his day, wife leaving for work before the sun is up, she kisses him, but he's really still asleep, toddler bounces on his head, he kinda looks like a slouch, but goes through a normal and productive morning routine, if messy. Not a strong impression, but he's actually doing plenty, and well enough.)... But I'm not a layabout. I'm also thankfully not one of those miserable people desperately trying to find work that justifies their debt. Let's not get started on debt though please. I'm a stay at home dad by choice. Sort of. I would always have chosen this, but it wasn't really an option until childcare cost 75% of what I made in my full time management position. Now I get to think of myself as an artist. For the first time in my life it's legitimate too, I got myself a job teaching evening and weekend classes at the painted glass, one of those places where you get tipsy while a Bob Ross stand in such as myself entertains and instructs you through your very own masterpiece painting. Thanks for coming, frames are available for sale, and tips are never expected, but always appropriate. Don't judge, it gets me out of the house and pays for gas and groceries and I'm painting for a living. And entertaining. Always entertaining. I learned it from my dad, but it's also me if that makes sense. There's a fun time version of me that everyone loves, and may be the only one most people know. That is really me, but I'm also sensitive, angry, and vain, and a host of other things I wish I wasn't. I am happy with who I am. I just don't know what the hell to do with my life EDIT IN PROGRESS: I think it goes birthday song, begin narration, fade to black, up on morning  and through the day while narration happens, with birthday shrapnel everywhere, half fallen banner, icing in strange places, then as narration finishes, cut to title
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