here's to the lost boys and girls

let's watch clouds instead of counting coins

It took me 50 years to finally leave my childhood and only six months to go running right back to it.

Being an adult felt like sticking my hand in a jar of sun-warmed mayonnaise. I was an imposter—a daydreaming adolescent wearing a businessman’s clothing.

During my short time as a grown-up, I found it too easy to become impressed with myself. I poured cem…