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September 13, 2013
When I was eight, I was allowed to go to Santangelo's with my parents and their friends.

I was excited to see "Cocktails for Kids" on the menu, and I ordered a "Tropical Tiger." I had finally arrived! I was an adult, and it was time for me to start behaving like one.

I drank the mango-flavored juice quickly and wiped my mouth with my sleeve. "Heeeey," I slurred, pretending to leer at the waitress. "You call this pasketti?! I call it garbage!" I threw the plate at her feet.

The adults laughed and cheered and ordered me another.