To your highschool best friend…

Turns out, our basements were better than the clubs. Driving around our city, we saw the glory and felt the glamor when we had no reason to. As we spent our days laughing at detentions and making avoidable mistakes, our ever-changing prom dates weren’t going to stop this dance. yeah, sometimes we still needed to ride in the back of your mom’s van, but for the most part, These four years of illusioned adulthood gave us complete freedom.