We grew up watching acid trips of cartoons, dreaming of skateboarding and forming really bad punk rock bands. We all had six best friends who we never parted ways with. We all joined the boy scouts or the girl scouts or just went camping on our own accord. Our parents (usually) forced religion on us and reluctantly took us to Blink-182 concerts. Now we’ve grown up. Now the cartoons are less interesting and much dumber, we’ve all realized that we’re bad skateboarders and terrible musicians, our best friends are all too busy with real life and other friends to be around us, we never camp, we’re atheist and we never see concerts anymore. This is the real world after twenty-one.