aging hipster all my life i've wanted to be older "22", i'd say, "That's the perfect age. Legal drinking, plus a year to prove i can drink responsibly." so here i am. 22 where's all the glory i imagined? where's the respect? i still get carded. for cigarettes go into the market in the morning bleary eyes, sandpaper stubble do you think i'm really that young? where's all the chicks? i've been single for a year. again. come and talk to me, miss i'm cool where's the adventure? the excitement? the really wild things? "32", i say "That's the perfect age." then i can have a midlife crisis