I'm not a big fan of birthday's, or, let me rephrase that. I'm not a fan of my birthday. When I was growing up, my parents never really celebrated my birthday. Two years ago, I was kidnapped and sold into the Mafia on my 18th birthday. Last year, I didn't even celebrate my birthday. And now...I really wasn't looking forward to it. Also, I felt like crap. My head was spinning and I felt like I had a big ass hangover, even though I didn't drink last night.

"Calla...baby please ...