You Are Not Who You Were Two Weeks Ago
At 22, I was a confused but earnest kid. At 27, I was a reckless searcher who smoked too much. Who am I now?
Not too long ago, I performed at a live-band karaoke night for my friend’s birthday party. We all did U2 songs. I sang “The Fly.” I wore pleather pants. It was a whole thing.