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[inthe_ether]

 I am twenty-one, it's true.

from about six o' clock yesterday night, up until now. a bit of a blur.
I remember what happened. just not the sequence in which they occurred.
I never want to be twenty-one, again. ever.
eh. at least for awhile.

I got a bunch of neat things from all of the ladies at work, though.
not to mention, a bunch of free wine and cake!
I knew nothing about a cake.
surprises are good.

after the cafe'. it was bars.
karaoke. random people. random drinks.
free tee shirt. free things.
I woke up with some weird lip balm in my pocket.
and about five-hundred necklaces on.
I don't know.
whatever.

I don't really remember the ride home.
but I do remember throwing up. a lot.
I think there is birthday cake left on the front steps.
and I love brent allar. for making sure I didn't choke and die.
and putting up with me. yep.

I headed over to my mum's, this morning.
talked with her for a bit and shared some photos. and stories. 
and whatnot.
my uncle brought over my birthday gift.
it is damn sweet. and vinyl. and nostalgic.
and johnny winter. and rory gallagher. and jeff beck.
and I'm alright with that.
dang. yeh.

I later fell asleep in my car. in my driveway.
because it was sunny. and I really didn't feel like motion, anymore.
that lasted about a half hour.
then rachel called and woke me up.
and it was good.

I guess I was going to go for a drive.
but. I have a feeling there is space to be had.
whatever.
amen. the end.