It’s 2002. You just woke up on your buddy’s basement couch at 11:30 am on a Saturday of a long weekend. Someone turns on Bob Ross and you all sit in silence and watch him paint. Reflecting on the shenanigans that happened last night. You have zero plans or commitments for the rest of the weekend. Biggest concern is who will make the first move or mention of a greasy burger for whatever meal you want to call it. Your head hurts your body aches. But you know full well your kinda waiting for that sound of someone cracking another beer so you can do it all over. You don’t know it but you will chase that level of relaxation and lack of responsibility for the rest of your adult life and you will never ever achieve it.