Yo a los 18: ¡Tengo casa sola! ¡Hay que armar un pinche fiestón!
Yo a los 33: ¡Tengo casa sola! ¡Qué chingón no tener que interactuar con absolutamente nadie!
His passing has left an intellectual vacuum in his wake. But it's not empty. Think of it as a kind of vacuum energy permeating the fabric of spacetime that defies measure. Stephen Hawking, RIP 1942-2018.