Four/twenty was a day spent as it should be, and yet it was similar to the others that came before it: Wandering around the city smoking hash with beautiful people. Forget about learning how to construct tables for bivariate analyis or to calculate the level of confidence in a given sample. I would rather learn about how you think of things of me and about reconstructing your life beyond these clouds before I no longer have the chance. Eventually the moment will be gone, so it's best to take it while I can. I had twenty dollars on me and bought a ticket for The Walkmen at La Sala Rossa, where I was five years too late. The groping franco-fags and bra-throwing co-eds brought me back to 2009, though, which is where I was meant to be. at least for the moment.