Well, I'm 31 years old now. Did not think i would live to that point honestly. And it's been 10 years of my hyperfixation on interactive fiction of various kind. Haven't experienced twink death yet. Cashiers still asking for my id when i need cigarettes or booze, but i feel so old, tired and in pain. It's like my outsides frozen in time but my insides screaming in agony. Anyways, happy birthday to me, i hate it.