I turned 18 this year.
I am a legal adult. Naturally with that comes voting privileges, the ability to buy cheap cigarettes and a great, heaping plate of responsibility.
And with that comes the certain denial of said responsibility. Trust me, the first time I’ve denied a plate of anything, ever.
Which is why, on said day of birth, instead of partying as is custom, I spent my day at Wando getting my schedule. No, that doesn’t exactly scream "fight the man," but it was what needed to b... Read More »