It is my birthday today.
I am 48.
That’s my age.
I don’t celebrate birthdays now. But I think it is weird that I am 48.
Weird to think that this day 30 years ago I turned the age that I had longed to be for many years prior.
18…
The age when I could get drinks in a pub and legally be drunk.
I longed for that after years of secretly drinking behind the church hall in the centre of town, where a wasteland provided the place, the space, the cover to drink cheap cider and drop micro-dots with my cousin and friends then walk around and talk about girls.
Once we drank there, and gatecrashed a party, being kicked out when we helped ourselves to the buffet. Another time we walked around the town trying
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