Now that I m an adult, marriage, kids, two-car garages, adultery, divorce proceedings, alimony, and ulcers are becoming less like possibilities and more like reality. The future is beginning to look less like a sunny field and more like a murky swamp. In a way, turning 21 is kind of like buying a puppy. You love it when you see it in the pet store window and can t wait to have it. Then you take it home and it tears up the furniture, pees on the carpet, and chews up your favorite pair of Doc Martens.
Anticipation is far more pleasurable than realization.
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