When I turned 18

I was never happier in my life. I could legally buy cigarettes. Doesn't sound like a big deal, but to me it was. No more having to ask strangers or older friends to get me my tobacco. The plan for my birthday was simple. Go to an Indian restaurant named Ravi Kabob House. It's the only thing that my friends and I could come up with. On the day of my birthday my best friend said that we should be out for the whole day. My excitement went through the roof. Please keep in mind that I was still a kid and easily amused. My friend immediately suggested that I should purchase cigarettes. I was like fa fa sho. I walk into a gas station and ask for a pack. My ID was needed so I pulled that shit out. The clerk took a look at it and I got my cigarettes. My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe what just happened. I wanted to grab him by the collar and yell:"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE DONE? ONLY BAD THINGS CAN COME FROM THIS, BUT THANK YOU SIR." Better judgment prevailed and I kept my mouth shut. As soon as I came back to my friends car he could see that I was overjoyed. This wasn't a big deal for him because he had been buying his own cigarettes for quite a while now. A few minutes later we passed by a McDonalds and I screamed:"I'M GOING TO WALK INSIDE NAKED. WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY GOING TO DO? I'M 18! THEY CAN'T STOP ME! AHHHH!." This is the first time my friend uttered these words to me: "Bali, you've lost you're mind." I am Baliwala. Products that cause cancer make me happy. That is all.