It's hard to believe now but I'm 27 now; the same age that you were when we met. I was 24 then, a few short weeks away from 25.
I get it now. And god damn, man. 27 is every minute as sexy as you made it look.
I can't help but wonder, sometimes, what your 30 is like. (Or will be?) And if it is as glorious as your 27 appeared to be.
My instincts tell me that it's better: You seemed like the sort of person that ages like a scotch -- well