There was a Prom going on down at Union Station Today.

It was kinda dope. I remember what it was like being that young. I miss it a little bit, but I think I would totally enjoyed my youth more if I knew where it was leading to…. Ya know, Three Years in, and you would think that it would sink in, but it still feels very surreal to think about the fact that I actually get to do what I’ve ALWAYS dreamed of doing about 20 of the 25 years I’ve been alive (when I was 3, I wanted to be a super hero, and when I was in 5th grade I wanted to become a priest; I know, right?). I wouldnt trade it at all, and now, looking back, it seems all the hurt and the hardships, the broken hearts and dead ends, The failed suicide attempts, all of it, led to this. I feel all the loves of my life made me soft enough to know love, and their departures made it hard enough to be able to lose love, and still move on. Thank you, everyone that has touched my life, even for a moment. You helped make me.

The Rest of my Life is my Prom Night.