Just got back from a throwdown at the old Enchanted Broccoli Forest at Stanford U. I have no idea why I wanted to share that here, but I guess it has something to do with the fact that I cannot get ::Wild and Young:: out of my head. As I danced with several faceless strangers in the weed-y haze to Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd and maybe Phish, all I could think of was the chorus to that song. Even now, in my wifebeater tucked into bed, I can't stop thinking about my life in relation to those lyrics. So rock on, homies.
