I spoke to my buddy Stephen today on the phone. I asked him advice on picking out a good plantain to fry up Caribbean style. Stephen has always been the better cook since we were in Boy Scouts, where we first became friends. We ended up at the same high school, then both went on to Georgia Tech.

Now He lives in Los Angeles now and his job brings him all over the west coast. On any given weekend, he and I each on an airplane, leaping from one city to the next.;

We laughed because he’s been riding his bike and I’ve been sleeping in a tent–just like the good old days in Boy Scouts. He’s riding a bike because his nice SUV was crushed by an LA driver. I’ve been sleeping in a tent in my backyard since February, mostly just because my life was becoming too normal.

He’s been dating a gal for several months now and I’ve been with Candyce for almost a year. We laughed at the revelation that he’s going to be 25, and I’m pushing 26.

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I was laying in my tent last night thinking about the glitter of being a twenty-something. I have nice investments, a nice house, a nice car, and nice clothes. It seems like this age is “the life” that’s glamorized by the media. But it’s so selfish and vain. It’s a bunch of empty promises.