Summer

I write today of summer. Remember when we were children and summer was a magical time of frivolity, late nights, attempting to fornicate, and losing money at poker? Do you remember, friend, when it meant vacations and living life with an extra sense of carpe diem? Do you recall those trips to the lake and almost drowning after having 3 Smirnoff Ice (r) malted beverages and jumping off a speeding boat?

Now, as adults, we trudge through summer like every other miserable season. Fall brings football, winter brings mulled cider, spring brings bird watching, but what does summer now bring? Regret. And a reminder that you have herpes after all the previous summers of fornicating. That reminds me, I have to schedule another appointment with Dr. Rosenfeld's office.

Yours in regret,

Rupert Chang