I have been alive twenty-three years, most of them within my spectrum of memory, and there are only three bankable things I can tell you about life. One, commercial warfare ended--in a way--the day they took Crystal Pepsi off the market. Two, cats have glandular ducts in their shoulder blades that contain chemical faramones which make one exposed addicted to feline companionship. Three, of course, is that all life is travesty.
There is nothing I can say that won't seem trite. Will seem trite. Tight. Plight. Oh yeah, you've got to fight for your right to party.