They say your coming of age is supposed to be a time of rejoicing and moving proudly onto the next age, just the same as sunset would be the more laid back version of celebrating the silent and peaceful journey from my current life into the very next hippopotamus one all the same of my very choosing. But, unfortunately, there's always that one rowdy, inconsiderate prick who just has to try and ruin it for every living being around them; just about every fucking time.