The years between 19 and 21 are the primes of our lives. Old enough to drive, drink, gamble, and vote, and young enough to enjoy it all. As much as I bitch about being old, today numerically and officially ends the prime of my life. Its all over. Nothing but uphill from here on out. But that doesn't mean I won't cling to the enjoying a drink or two for one last night.
One drink to the end of exams. One drink to growing old. And then finished for the evening.
What's that? You don't believe me? I wouldn't believe me either. Pictures to follow most likely.
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