The Big One Eight.

My family just left from my week-early birthday dinner. I don't know, I've never really put much weight on my own birthdays. In fact, I've bashed on other people for being too happy about them(sorry if you're reading this). But you know, I realized that I've been extremely lucky to make it through 18 years. So many, lost in poverty, driven by unsanitary conditions, disease, crime, have never made it this far nor will countless more, all because of the simple, uncontrollable fact that they were born into unfortunate circumstances. So even today, a week before I turn 18, I'm ecstatic and extremely grateful that I have lived to be old enough to sign off my own papers, buy cigarettes and lottery tickets, get a job, and become legally responsible for all of my actions. So, thank you.