oh the times oh the ways

[fivefor_punkin]

i often fear that my youth has been wasted but then i find myself in a wal-mart parking-lot making chicken salad on the back of my car at midnight, and i realize i am not in possession of a wasted youth, my youth is just eccentric and oddly sober...

and honestly, who can pessimistic in the splendor of a boy named ben?