He's 18

Happy 18th birthday to my son, Michael.

I got one of those packets at the grocery store for a prepaid debit card and went online to activate it. Of course according to them, Michael doesn't exist since he has no credit history. It's easy enough to send them a copy of his driver's license, but they also want a copy of a utility bill in his name. That's a problem, as the utility bills are in my name. Groan! I'll have to call them tomorrow and find out what to do.
In the meantime I will post my favorite 18th birthday song. I wanted to create a CD of songs for him, but the CD drive in this otherwise great used computer doesn't work. I'll probably have to go get one of those mini drives tomorrow and let him transfer the songs to his computer and burn his own CD. Ah well...
Here's Alice Cooper from 1971, when Alice wasn't much more than 18 himself and was smashed all the time. Cheers!