Here's my story and I'm sticking to it...
Graduated high school, went to college because my parents told me I had to, partied too much in college, said "screw it" after one year of college, moved to Florida with one of my bestest friends from grade school, got a dinky little efficiency apartment and job at some factory where most of the population was either running from the law or illegal.
Got up in the a.m. and went to work, drove home from work every day in the rain, by the time I got home the rain had stopped, packed cooler, walked to the beach, watched the sunset, stumbled home, and did it all over again the next day.
True testament to being young and dumb...because I actually got homesick and ended up leaving after a few months.
Wouldn't trade the experience for anything...
