A year ago I still wore briefs.
Two years ago I would've never gone near a show called "Buffy the Vampire Slayer."
Three years ago I'd never kissed a girl.
Four years ago I would've never even considered smoking anything.
Five years ago I thought profanity was for losers and people with small vocabularies.
Six years ago I was socially withdrawn and everybody found me annoying.
Seven years ago I was in elementary school.
Eight years ago I was skinny.
Nine years ago my best friend, David, moved to another city. We were both computer gaming nerds.
Seventeen years ago I could barely walk and talk.
Eighteen years ago I was born.
Now I'm alive and well, running, jumping, discussing philosophy, David has returned after eight years away and we're pretty much best friends again, I am out of shape, I'm in my last year of highschool (technically), everyone loves me, profanity is practically my shtick, I smoke weed and love it, I've accidentally impregnated someone, Buffy is my favourite show, and my nuts finally swing free in boxers.
Also my next birthday article will read:
A year ago I wasn't a responsible adult.
Theoretically.
~Damn, time goes...~
Back to further enlightenment.