It’s kind of like the age of nineteen and twenty. You gain the right to certain privileges when you turn eighteen or twenty-one, but those two years in between are strange in a way. You’re proud and happy at first, but then you get jaded and remember the long lost days of when you were a teenager and didn’t have the right to pay insurance bills or filing your own taxes.

There’s a place down the road from where I live that will only let you in if your twenty-five or older. It’s called the Grown-Ups place. No kids allowed apparently. Must be a crap-shooting joint of some kind.

There was a large flock of birds that flew around my house today. Reminiscent of the Alfred Hitchcock classic The Birds. They didn’t really attack anyone though, but my dog, Deuce, stayed in the garage out of sight. Maybe he’s the smart one; the one with a college degree.

I got what I wanted for Christmas this year. That’s cool. That’s always cool. I hope whoever’s reading that got what they want.
Can’t sit around too long, though; got to think of a New Year’s resolution fairly soon. I don’t think I’ve done that for awhile. Just do it, I always say. Happy New Year everyone.