I remember them fondly, my early 20's, all 5 of them, half a decade of really great fun and miserable times- pathetic and glorious.
Not 1 of those years was normal by most people's standards, and it's taken me a while to realize that all of the misery added up to something. And that the fun will eventually morph into something else- something a bit more meaningful...
Though I cherish a quite evening at home with my girlfriend or an early breakfast date with my best pal Juan-
I still cant help but missing the sound of breaking glass
