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I just turned 18 with a Rockstar energy drink, Brown-Eyed Girl, I Love Lucy, Cookie Monster, and candy corn. My original plan was to go around shattering the ethics of Randy Roach's paradise (Lake Charles), then allowing the fuzz to hunt me until the stroke of midnight, upon which I would bellow, "SHAZAM!" and the pleasemen would wander off in a daze. Where had that little hooligan gone? Clean slate! It's like first reconciliation all over again. I wonder if I can get tried as an adult for my physics grade...