Sometimes being an adult is hard. Being responsible, paying bills, scrounging to pay said bills...

But a lot of the time it's really cool to be an adult. I mean, if I chose to I could eat brownies for breakfast. I can also head out to the midnight showing of a film if I want.

And I will.

Oh, the massive film lust.

And no, I will not be wearing my fedora, brown leather jacket and carrying my bull whip. I don't wear those things in public; I'm socially acceptable.