Turning 24

Last week I turned 24. yep. seriously. for real not for fake. It seems so old, but in reality that couldn't be further from the truth. I mean i suppose i don't live with my parents, am somewhat self sufficient, and manage to keep myself clothed and fed and for that I commend myself but..

I don't know.

I still feel like I don't have my act fully together yet.

I think I realized it as I was hunched over a toilet at a local bar on Madison street last Saturday at 2am relieving myself of about 15 beers, a handful of jagerbombs, and other no-name shots of booze that had somehow found themselves lodged in my stomach.

I think I realized it when some buddies and I thought it would be fun to shoot off handfuls of roman candles right next to my apartment complex at 2:30am and the other tenants in the building didn't agree.

I think I realized it when I was excited that friends had brought over six packs of Mickey's Malt Liquor and B to the Motherfucking E as birthday gifts and the imbibery that followed.

I think I realized it when someone pointed out that putting Ritz crackers still in the plastic sleeves and a jar of spreadable cheese with a knife in it on the table and buying a couple cases of beer doesn't neccessarily exude class or sophistication.

I think I realized it when I ran out of quarters for the washing machine the other day and decided to do laundry at my parents house and accidently left all of my cleaned towels at my parents place. and how I subsequently dried myself with a t-shirt for the next couple days cause I was too lazy to go to the store and buy a towel.

I think I've realized it and I suppose I'm just gonna go with it.