Today is my
birthday. My nineteenth. What a useless age
19 is - as my friend describes it "the birthday you get
older, but nothing else."
I'm still a teenager. I still can't legally drink alcohol. I could already smoke and have sex with old people and see rated "R" and "NC-17" movies.
Next year I'll be twenty, which is scary. Last year I was eighteen, which was also scary. But this year - neither. I'm just boring old unfrightening me.