Troy Diggs

October 1997

September 19 - 12:29 AM

As of now, I'm about 24 hours and a few minutes into being 21 years old. Yesterday was my birthday. Now that you know, you can buy me something next year.

I don't know why, but damn, I feel old. Rather, I felt old yesterday when it happened. I guess that's because there's no age limits after 21, you know? In Arkansas, it's 16 to drive (14 for a learner's permit), 18 to vote and buy cigarettes, and 21 to buy alcohol. After that, there's no more obstacles until you hit 65, when you collect on Social Security.

Instead of feeling old, I feel a lot younger now. No, that's not because of the Zima running through my system as I write this, although that sure helps. I may be 21, but hey, that's not so far along if all goes well in my life, you know? Think about it... cars last about 10-15 years... school and college combined last about 17... but people live into their 60s at the very least, barring any unforeseen circumstances. On that scale, I'm like a '94 Neon.

I'm really thankful that life's gone the way it has for me so far. It's been a little rough at times, but hey, I'm happy. I've got good friends, a semi-promising career ahead (NewsWatch 24, baby!), and yes, I'm glad to be out there.

The last thing I want to do is get all sappy and mushy and start rambling on about people, places, and things that most of you have probably never heard of. It's enough to say that those who have made my life special will remain special to me.

So, to wrap this up, there's nothing wrong with getting older and passing the mythical age of 21. It's better than being dead, you know. For me, it's been a wonderful life. And it's only just begun.

Hey. I like mail. Mail is good. Drop me a line at TDiggs@aztec.astate.edu, or visit my page at http://www.geocities.com/~tdiggs/.

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