You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.

In the end....everything matters.

And as I stood there in the hallway―alone―trying to understand what had just happened and why, I realized the truth: I wasn't worth an explanation―not even a reaction. Not in your eyes.

Fun drunks make a nice addition to any party. Not looking to fight. Not looking to score. Just looking to get drunk and laugh.

But you can't get away from yourself. You can't decide not to see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.

There are also the people too bizarre to ignore, like Kyle Simpson. Future male stripper.

It's hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true.