I’ve been struggling to put into words how grateful I am for everything that’s happened over the last ten years. I’ve seen things and places that I’d only ever dreamt of when I was growing up.
It's 2016. You're at a frat house. Your converse stick to the beer soaked floors with every step. It smells like sweat and you're sipping on a vodka and flat sprite. There's a boy screaming about tomorrow's darty into your ear. Broccoli is playing in the background. Life is good.