Late Bloomer
This is only a test, if this was a real life you would have received further instructions on what to do and where to go, this is only a test. At thirty-five I had managed to avoid adulthood for over a third of a century. Much to my father’s dismay and usually the pleasure of my mom, I lived at home. Oh, I’d been to college and had accumulated some knowledge that let me earn my keep by way of a job but other than that I was avoiding the serious side of life at all costs. I didn’t feel like...