Twenty One going on Twenty Two

Turning 21 is one of those experiences that is supposed to be a big deal. At least that’s what I’m led to believe. It’s weird I’ve never gone with what society has told me I’m supposed to do. I never went to prom, I didn’t get a car that was truly mine till about six months ago. Technically, being Editor in Chief of this paper is my first real job. I’m not at any point gonna go out and get drunk this week. Even though May 18th was my 21st birthday. I’m not going to a strip club or a casino. I’m not going drinking with my best friend (sadly).