I’m having a hard time saying goodbye. These are my last few weeks in this room. This has been the worst summer of my life. The best summer of my life was when I was 19-years-old, I worked in a screen-printing shop and road my bike for miles and miles everyday. I was dating a 28-year-old named Jerry who smoked cigarettes and played drums. He made the best mixed tapes and always had beer at his house. It was a truly blissful summer.