17 was literally the best year of my life. I'm 31 and I still haven't even come close to having a year as good as 1997 was. Plus that's when I made the retarded decision to drop out of high school so I could get my own apt away from my folks. That decision singlehandedly ruined the next 10 years of my life financially and put me in the position I'm in now, where I'm 31 and only beginning to train for a career.

I'd hate to be 17 now. It was tough enough being an awkward fatty when there was no Myspace or Facebook for people to mock you on, and from what I see in my cousins, girls I would consider "in costume as prostitutes" are now considered demure, so my army-pants-and-tori-tshirts dily uniform wouldve made me look like some kind of Mormon.