Today I want to talk about your first time.
It happens unexpectedly. Any old day. Or night, in my case. In an alley. Last weekend. Homecoming.
I was walking with a friend, fresh case of Mike's in hand, to a party when a random stranger offered us a ride. One, I went to college in the most trusting town in America. This ride offer was not unusual. Two, when I drink, I hug. Every one. So I went to hug the kid who offered us a ride and he literally pushes me away and goes, "You're like...old."
OLD? Not, umm you're a stranger or we just met in an alley. OLD.
This was my first time being called old.
Do you remember your first time being called old?
And now enjoy this photo dump from Homecoming. Except not really because the android app limits the number you can attach. Or maybe I'm just using it wrong?