Since the day I got my drivers license, I’ve always looked forward to my 25th birthday. Sure, 18 was a pretty big deal because I could vote or, if I did wrong, be thrown into prison. And 21 was a big feat, for obvious reasons. But at 25 society would finally initiate me into the adult community. On March 21, 2012, I could rent a car, which is the final rite of passage in this country.
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