We Will Live To Tell Our Stories

Back in the day, I had some crazy friends. Great fun, but out there! They either had me in fits or shocked into silence; but sainthood wasn’t exactly my forte, sooo...

One rainy weekend, we eschewed London, cooked up a storm, drank copious amounts of alcohol, and had a very deep discussion (with how-tos!) about life and how to survive our teens and twenties. I guess we unconsciously looked into the future, and prepared ourselves for the abyss.