Nooch. 63 is my number. Today is June 3^rd or 6/3 which kind of makes today my day. Usually I celebrate this day in some way shape of form but I am taking this day off. I guess I really shouldn’t though because technically it is the 10 year anniversary of today being my day. 63 is kind of a weird number to be my number and I wish there was a funnier story about how it came about but like most things in life it kind of took on a life of its own.

Remember back in the day when people hung out for hours on AOL or AIM? I was one of those kids. A friend of mine was also one of those kids and he would love to come over my house and sit on AOL for hours because he had dial up and I had maybe it was DSL at the time? IDK but this ginger would sit on my computer for hours and expect me to just sit there and watch him talk to people in these little stupid boxes. That shit wasn’t going to fly with me so I started messing with his messages. I would randomly hit the enter button and hit other buttons to make the messages not make sense. Well I was seated to his right most of these days and it just happened to turn out that the keys I would hit the most would be 6 and 3. Soon every message had 63 in it and because he knew he could not beat me, my friend joined in on the fun and everyone begun to question what 63 meant.

Now I am still not sure how this happened because we weren’t the most popular kids in high school but 63 spread throughout our class and soon everyone wanted to know what 63 was all about. Naturally we had no answer because as you just read above, the story is mostly stupid and happened by circumstance. Anyway our inability to answer the question only spread the mystery and enigma surrounding 63. Suddenly it seemed as 63 was everywhere and unavoidable; I was even on page 63 of the yearbook and to this day my crowning achievement in life was reaching 63,000 miles in a car on 63^rd street.

My friends and I also said nooch pretty much every day and somehow 63 and nooch became linked and the rest as they say is history. Whenever someone sees 63 or looks at the calendar and notices that it is June 3^rd, they think of me and inevitability say nooch. So today my friend 63 I salute you and even though it is probably a bad idea, I will raise 63 ounces of alcohol in your honor.