May 7, 2021
βYou missed your window of being wild and young. In bed by ten, reminiscing on memories that arenβt yours. Dream about living dangerously on the weeknights, several gin and tonics and a new lover's apartment. An unfamiliar bed, a cologne I smell on my clothes tomorrow. The Lucky Devil Lounge, our fix of neon lights and cheap tabs. We laugh loudly, eyes closed, friends prepping their faces in dirty mirrors and singing center stage. Living while itβs still a a budding act of rebellion, a reckless rite of passage.β
β Schuyler Peck, Reckless Rite of Passage
