I had breakfast with a very old and dear friend yesterday. We used to buy cigarettes from this obscene liquor store when we were 12 (that's why they were obscene) and that was only the tip of the iceberg...By most accounts she was crazier than me, but that's really a matter of perspective. In the end, we both smoked pot with random stray high school kids who had nothing better to do than to get 13 year olds high. We both cut school to make out with boys who would soon be behind bars (or really should have been). And we are both guilty of ripping off Bill's drugs from a sizeable amount of Wet n' Wild lipstick, Aqua Net, and Laffy Taffy. Just because she got busted by the police while I and two boys (one of whom, believe it or not, is now her husband) waited around the block for her, is no reason for me to feel absolved of the hormonal insanity that was my adolescence. In the end, you could burn down a house with the amount of gel and hair spray that held up our hair up like cement foundation.

TWENTY YEARS LATER...we are inside a kitchen in the latter stages of renovation, discussing the third trimester of her pregnancy and the miracle of life.

I think Bob Dylan said it best...(just for today) things have changed!