HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!
It is now the age of our becoming old, passing through the turbulent gauntlet of adolescence and into the shit-fertilized pastures of adult hood. How many times, when young, do we dream of being old enough? Far too much. Instead, we should be trying as hard as we could to savour every last moment of family, of lazy summers, of free meals, but mostly the ability to legally have sex with a girl under the age of 18. These days shall soon be over, to be replaced by the crowded waiting room that will be our twenties. This, my friends, is the last ride of childhood. And I, for one, am not anxious to leave the kool-aid times, the age of popscicles, but instead wish to linger for at least a bit longer, relishing the thought of an endless fount of youth.