I wrote an article a while back about what I learned from being married 3 times. The article ended up on Huffington Post and for the most part, the piece was well received. There were a few people who have very strong feelings on people who have married multiple times. Those feelings were bad feelings and they vehemently told me how much I suck for getting married 3 times.
I was you once.
Sure, maybe my shoulder pads were big and my hair was bigger, but basically, I was you.
I looked good. I didn’t buy my own drinks and I was cool with not going out until 10:00 PM or so. HAHAHAH. Fucking hell. If I stay up UNTIL 10:00 now, I drag ass like I did those days when I didn’t bother going to bed at all.
I was such a dick back then.