Life is nothing but a series of consecutive anticipatory moments. When you’re a child you want to see what it’s like to stay up past 8 p.m., but only because you’re not allowed to. Nighttime seems like a magical hour, where sprites come alive and dance round the kitchen while your parents laugh and frolic. Oh how they frolic. Of course later on you realize it’s the same shit as other times of the day, and there’s no magic at all. Rip off. Although if you lived in my house mommy and daddy would have had a few glasses of big boy juice by then, so the dancing around the kitchen thing kind of holds true.

When you’re a young teenager you want to be able get your license, because driving seems magical and empowering too. I can go wherever I want now, you think. You drive to the mall instead. You don’t ever really end up going anywhere....

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