we’re basically the same guy just thirty years apart.
For the fourth of July I spent my evening with family. I’ve never spent a fourth of July with my family (outside of the immediate of course), and it was really interesting to see just how similar to them I really am. My cousins, who are about my father’s age, are without-a-doubt two of the coolest, best friends I’ve ever made. I spent a hour or more speaking with one of them and her boyfriend about everything from smoking weed to dissecting the beliefs of Adolf Hitler. The other, well, we’re basically the same guy just thirty years apart and with two different political views (but as I learned, who the hell cares?).