20 Years Ago, A Good Friend Saved Me from Myself; Last Week, We Remade the Night

I was 15 years old, and at that age, I was indestructible. I knew everything. I could do everything. And I certainly didn’t need any authority figure to tell me otherwise. One random Saturday, I was sitting at my desk in my room, typing away at my large keyboard while looking at my large, tube-styleContinue reading “20 Years Ago, A Good Friend Saved Me from Myself; Last Week, We Remade the Night”