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Well, I'd have to say that my 18th birthday was pretty interesting. I was in a juvenile delinquent place, since I was a juvenile delinquent. We had weekend passes, and on the weekend before my birthday, I'm taking the 90 mile bus ride back to the center from my home. On the bus, I meet this really nice girl, and we spend the whole trip chatting. Well, she lived in the town where I was at, and when my birthday rolled around, I gave her a buzz, and she met me at the city park. We sat on top of this hill in a picnic gazebo, and drank a liter of Jack Daniels...wooo. No dirty story, sorry. She gave me a ride back to the center, and I'm drunk. I go back to my room, avoiding all the staff, and try to just keep myself sequestered back there, to avoid staff contact. Welllll, best layed plans....I'm the group leader, and some of the people in my group aren't doing what they are supposed to do, so I have to go out and admonish them...right in front of a staff member. Fortunately for me, the legal drinking age was 18, and all I got was some points off my contract, but it was kinda funny trying to pretend that I wasn't drunk, since I could just barely stand up...
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