Can I see your I.D.?

Everyone above 30 will cringe when I write this, but for once I’d like to look 24.

And not 18 (average response given by first-time acquaintances and convenience store clerks).

And in the deepest twist of irony, I cried on my 23rd and 24th birthdays because I didn’t want to grow any older.

I’m only good at being young.

John Mayer’s an asshole, but he’s right.