21

Ahh yea, this is a momentous occasion, one for celebration and joy. Today, the worries of going into a liquor store and fearing rejection at the counter fade away into oblivion. Today, my anxiety over whether or not a bouncer will honor my unconventional I.D. as proof of my "legal to drink" status dissolves as I finally attain the age of 21. To all my friends, I won't hold us down any longer in our pursuit of a great night. To strangers, I love to dance and sip on Irish Trashcans, wassup? And to all of you who are either older, younger, or the same age as me, reading this and thinking "Wow, this guy is really hype to turn 21, getcha life son," I say yes, I am hype. I have not let the past fortunate instances of purchasing alcohol or getting into a bar/club without proper identification spoil the luxury of today and beyond, so before I go, I say to you all the same thing I said to the bouncer last night, the same bouncer who wouldn't let me into a bar a couple of weeks ago due to my age: "Blackjack Bitches".

 

It's My Birthday and I'll Go Wild If I Want To.

 

Later Days, Longer Nights