When I was 18 I was excited by the many possibilities the world offered. And, by possibilities, you understand that I mean boobs. At that tender age we could drive to Wisconsin for beer since having teenage drunks navigating the highways late at night seemed like such a good idea. So essentially, at 18, I was a beer loving horn dog. Who played bass. I wasn't a complete drain on society. Anyway, I was, in many ways, a typical 18 year old kid. I had done well in high school, graduated on the honor roll, was taking some classes at a community college and holding down a real job in a warehouse. I had my own car and some cool stuff. You might not … [Read more...]