Let us reminisce about the days when we were old enough to know better, yet young enough not to care. We spent our hard-earned money on beers to allay fears that were as unreal as the women we did not talk to. It was liquid courage to get us through our turbulent youth when our brains were toothless and our hearts open. And the only things we have to show for our mistakes are those half-baked, crazy friendships which we return to every year because we fear the loss of dear memories. Our hearts are closed. Rob is no longer here. Now we only have loss and grievous wounds. The mistakes are the lessons we will never forget.