It's 1:47 while I begin writing this. Only a few hours left, until it will hit me, and I turn ....OLD. You may notice some irritability, grey hair, and the occasional "get off my lawn". My teenage years have been fairly kind to me, allowing me to experience books, music, rebelling, alcohol, and most importantly the bonds that I've made with others. I have regrets about past decisions wish I could have changed them, I wish I made more mistakes.