as everybody knows, MK is a huge eminem fan. loves the guy. always going around the house with the slim-shady references, and so forth. in honour of that, we are gonna ride 8-TEEN-miles tonite, upon our 8-TEEN-speed bicycles. perhaps i will then eat an 8-TEEN-once steak afterwords. interestingly, 8-TEEN is atomic number for argon, which, if her bicycle was made of titanium instead of steel, would be needed to weld the mofo together.
anyway, today is the last day MK is 7-TEEN. big b-day tommorrow, but we're celebratin' tonite.
it seems as if 8-TEEN year celebrations may have changed a bit over the years. being as mine took place in the murky and well-forgotten 70's the details are sketchy, and certainly disjointed; but i recall a david lynch film-like quality to the occasion involving - in no particular order - such things as: a previously seaworthy half-sunken boat, a bloodily failed attempt at 50 mph on a skateboard, police searchlights amid crashing underbrush, and a young man in a yellow sundress making pancakes. a different era, those 70's.
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My 18th was spent buying my first legal six pack of beer and heading down to the lake front to drink it. Still had to watch for cops, not supposed to be drinking there at night.
They can not do that any more.
I'm pretty sure I wasn't drinkin'. Maybe I went out and voted, yeah that's it.
I'll use this space to wish MK a fine 18.
-jwm
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