Oct 26, 2009
Sometimes I want to chow down like a teenager: just lie in front of the TV watching something craptastic, and snarf a crispy, salty snack.
But my ever-present adult voice knows that no amount of salty goodness will ever recreate that fleeting combination of utter lack of responsibility and complete, open possibility.
Doesn’t mean I won’t try, though.
One could argue, I suppose, that I should be...