I got myself some tankespjärn toat at a very unexpected dinner. I got to eat food with Dubfire, a world famous DJ, his manager and his friend. The friend, particularly, got talking about crazy nights out, with crazy ammounts of alcohol, among other things.
And as have happened before, it dawned on me how far from that I am in life. How few crazy nights out I’ve got to talk about. (That’s none really.) And how much I might have missed out on due to that.
Not only talking about craziness, but the whole experience of not having proper control and so on. I think there’s something there, if not the stories.