I’m 22 years old. Most people tell me that I’m young. I think I am too; demone, when I think of myself as a piece of chedder cheese, I’m like vintage old. My body’s been ripening for 22 years..sour, bitter, and strooong sharp tastes..I guess it’s still a good thing since I’d be thousands of dollars worth and also be on, at least, a local Seattle newspaper, like that cheddar cheese that was left in a frige for 21 years..wait. I’m even older than that…no wonder my skin’s less fresh..

Maybe it’s better to think of myself as wine..it’s still related to fermentation but I think old grape juice sounds more appetizing than moldy milk..