433. Stamp

About the morning after the night before… 

It’s ghostly blue, 

Revealing, faded fun, 

And liquor quaffed, consumed, 

By me and you. 

(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

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  1. Ah yes. I remember those. They were a kind of trophy…

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    1. eliwoodbine says:

      Proof of ones ability to socialise!

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      1. Or that you got into a cool club. 🙂

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      2. eliwoodbine says:

        Very true! Look at me! Look at me! I’m cool.. I’m COOL.. Do you believe me?

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      3. I suspected but now I’m convinced.

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      4. eliwoodbine says:

        All hail the stamp of cool!

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      5. Not that I ever needed such a stamp. My coolness is unassailable.

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      6. eliwoodbine says:

        The stamp somehow also brands you as a sheep.

        Therein ensuring you are like everyone else, and ultimately – uncool.

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      7. I just remember how cool it was to be suddenly old enough to get into a 21 bar (I don’t know if Canada has a drinking age). I remember the first couple times I had a stamp I felt grown up. No cooler, though. It’s impossible to add anything to my my infinite coolness.

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      8. eliwoodbine says:

        Hahaha. I grew up in London, England. 18 was the drinking age. That bar stamp was like a battle scar, we wore it with pride.

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      9. Yep. 🙂 “Oh! You had beer!”

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      10. eliwoodbine says:

        …. Nope. I had VODKA!

        ….. Oh really? How did it taste?

        … Amazing!

        (It didn’t)

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      11. Oh yeah, vodka. My first experience with that well, let’s just say I was underage and hallucinated. Fortunately I was able to find my wallet and glasses in the park the next day… And fortunately I didn’t die. 🙂

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