It’s been almost 4 days since I changed. Four days that my bones became a bit more brittle and stiff. Four days that just slipped away until it happens again next year. Four days ago, I turned 25.
What do I do now? Check into increasing my life insurance at work? Buy more supportive shoes? Do they make control top underwear for men?
This is the honest-to-god-truth. My age is the price of a quarter and this is what I show for it. I dropped out of college, moved away from home, nearly fell on my face, gave up on journalism, became very angry, tried selling vacuum cleaners for a living, and nearly got shot. Aren’t I supposed to be wiser and stronger now?
Who put these goddamn prunes in the fridge? Why is this light beer? What the hell is cholesterol anyway?
At this age, it is not so hard to see the decisive moments in life that got you where you are. I remember the precise moments when a decision formed something of my character today. I remember the first pack of cigarettes I ever bought at the age of 19. I can still feel the anxiety when I decided to pick up my shit and get the hell out of Monroe in four days. I remember when I decided to go into journalism, the first times I met my best friends, the moments that made us best friends. I feel vividly the times in my life that I regret. I am proud to say that with all the bad shit, there are very few of those times. The more I think about it, I realize there is room for more things to remember.
Why does everything I eat give me gas? Did you know Viagra is 10 bucks a pill?
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