Sigh. Probably picking up Breakfast of Champions tomorrow night after seeing Where the Wild Things Are in IMAX. I turn 21 on Saturday, but you would think I was either going on 10 or 56. Either way, I’m fine with it. 21 seems like a ruthless age to me.
Being 21 today feels like a wholly miserable time to be alive, no matter who you are. I can see why they let you buy alcohol for yourself after you hit this mark.