In 2012 I was reborn into the Ageless.  It signified my dis-identification with age based narrative.  As it was my last birthday party ever, and it needed to count.  We had a Balkan Brass band, the Slavic Soul Party follow us  on the subway out to the water were we performed a rebirth ritual based on a Voodoo rock band from the 70’s.  Dressed in black, I carried a shovel with me to the beach where I dug my own grave.  The party took turns burying me alive while  Jesse Super Levy of the Levites, aka the White Wizard of the North, Comma, Jersey officiated.  After reciting the Yiska, I was triumphantly reborn as the Obeah man, a mythical figure of power and virility, and led the party in a totally sweet jam.