So you’re 23 and you’re starting to take on more responsibility than you had before, but life’s also getting easier than it was before—this feels weird.
Your late grandmother’s lovely headboard has taken on more of a utilitarian use than it was intended for.
“Youuuu were always on my miiiind. Oh, yooouuu were always on my miiiiind.”
*Tries to talk to film school student during a movie, gets thrown out of building and banned for six weeks*
But the truth is not knowing what you’re doing can make the strangers tongue taste like a noose, and not whisky.
You’ve got a few options: become 16 again, drive to a secluded cul-de-sac, and love on each other in the car. OR, risk the awkwardness of bringing them to your room and having a parental unit see.
You have to assimilate to their routine(s) again.
When can I start drinking again?
You’re still more amused by prank phone calls.
Success was not necessarily money or accolades, but watching myself move down the path I had always envisioned.