A Toast to Reckless Abandon

If you asked me what I thought of grown ups, I'd tell you crisp suits and briefcases.

If you asked me what I thought of kids, I'd tell you scuffed up knees and bubblegum.

If you asked me where I thought I was, I'd tell you somewhere in between trying to figure my shit out. Except not in a pussy Brittney Spears sort of way. I was trying to go for more whatever Rambo went through as a teenager.

And if you asked me what I thought of Callie, I'd tell you she was one incredibly fucked up disaster of a person. She was, in every sense, a walking catastrophe, but that never stopped me from letting her buy me an ice cream cone on that summer day. And I couldn't tell you if it was the worst or the best decision in my life, but I don't think everything is black and white like that.