My "little" brother turned 18 today. Fuck that's depressing, I can vividly remember the day he was born. I was just shy of my 13th birthday and on my way to not being the youngest kid for the second time.
For much of his life I have been gone, however, because when he was two I went off to boarding school for two years. Then after two years at the local public high school (one of the only common bonds between all my siblings and I) I went off to College in Pennsylvania. After school I moved from PA to Maryland and back to PA but never back to Jersey, so I've seen him grow up in bits and pieces.
I called him today to wish him a happy birthday, and see how his day was going. He said there would be no party because everyone was feeling a bit under the weather, and so I told him that if he had his drivers licence (which I can't believe he doesn't yet) he could go out and take advantage of his new age.
Here's how the conversation went:
Greazy: Wow, you're 18 now. You know what that means right?
Lil Greazy: Yeah. I can vote.
Greazy: Vote? Vote! No! You can bet on horses, gamble on the lottery and buy cigarettes and porn you fool.
That's what I did on my 18th birthday. It was a Tuesday so a friend and I cut class and drove to the local convenience store were we picked up some scratch off lotto tickets. Then we went to Freehold Raceway and bet on horses, before getting lunch at Frank's Chicken House (the first and last time I ever ate at a strip club) and then stopped on the way home and picked up a pack of Marlboro reds and a few Hustler's and Playboys.
Come to think of it I was kind of stoked to vote in the midterm elections in 1996 though.