The Long Weekend

For 22 years, I lived like I was on spring break. It wasn't a romantic spring break spent backpacking across Europe or a selfless spring break working as a camp counselor for underprivileged children. It was more like the kind of spring break where you're stuck in a dirty border town after your friends have bailed on you, you've lost your wallet, and the only thing available to sustain your life is buckets of cheap beer.