Grounded at 18? Holy fuck.
I was in a bar sipping nickel pitchers of Natural Light beer at a college bar called 'Friar Tucks' with friends, playing pool for brews and talking about moving to California, I can't imagine getting a phone call from mom telling me to get my ass home in 20.
Fuck all that.
But I guess since he disobeyed you, that would be wrong. I guess you're right, this time ;)
