A week ago, my biggest teen dream came true. It became legal for me to buy a drink by myself. No more shady gas station runs with older boys who want in my pants, or begging my sister for a bottle of vodka. Let’s be clear here, I have been acting like I was 21 since I was 15. For that I have to thank all of the trashy Mexican restaurants in town (shout out Celito Linda and El Maguey). Oh,...