I knew I had officially become an adult about 3 years ago when my grandmother gave me an argyle sweater for christmas, like the ones she got for my dad and uncle for as many years as I could remember. I guess I became an adult at the ripe age of 23.
Truth is, I hated the sweater and it too went to the goodwill pile, but at the same time I absolutely loved that she got me the sweater. I'll always be her little grandson but I had finally achieved the status of 'adult' in her eyes.
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"I run good but I'm hard to start. And my brakes are bad so I'm hard to stop."
-Mark Sandman - Vocalist, Morphine
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