I’m still 18 years old at heart, but some friends are already celebrating their 10th anniversary, others are having a second child, and the third has managed to get divorced and remarried. I’m not childish and I don’t suffer from a lack of responsibility and desire to grow up, I’m not talking about that. It boggles my mind how quickly everything has changed. It seems like just yesterday we were looking for a stall where they will sell cigarettes without a passport, and here it’s a dick and it’s all uncles and aunts, and not your stupid friends from school. And the worst thing is that you are also an important uncle, with a face reminiscent of a bulldog beaten by life
