And we got drunk once again. We talked about all the idiotic and retarded things we've done one year ago as though it was eons away but it really felt like just yesterday. We embraced our maturity as we stepped into adulthood but continued our acts of childishness and folly. Tonight, we went back in time.
I came home and I continued drinking, hoping for the memories to return one last time before subconsciousness erase it all away. I didn't get drunk; I got more sober and clearer: we are all too old for this shit, but we are still young for many more!
