One of the fun things about Song Confessional is the forced reflection of our own lives. I regularly get to transport myself to a different age, era, experience, location or whatever it is that a certain confession invokes in me.
Today’s confessor brings me right back to college. That in-between age of 18-20 when you don’t feel like a teenager anymore but you’re definitely not yet an adult and all the wonderfully questionable ideas and scenarios I got myself into in the name of growing up too fast. Some of my highlights include losing a $1500 rented kayak over a dam, a litany of random unexplained(*see alcohol related*) injuries including but not limited to: a broken nose, a dislocated shoulder, and a couple broken fingers. Pretending to sell weed but let’s be honest, I just smoked it. And my ultimate heist…a Christmas light installation business with zero experience or supplies (this one actually worked out wildly well!). That ability to get out of the shit just as fast as you jumped in, is what youth is made of.
Today’s confessor manages to pull the Uno Reverse on what could have gotten him into a mountain of trouble. Instead of serving jail time, he and his friends were serving fancy footwork, almost winning an indoor soccer league instead. Personally, I’ll take runner-up over 3 to 5 any day.
Stay nasty out there.
-ZC
