Who needs a unifying theme anyway?

I’d abandoned all pretence of behaving like a grown-up and working through things. Instead of staying in the van having difficult adult conversations all night I’d had a wild time riding the Meredith Ferris wheel and drinking watery cocktails in the Pink Flamingo bar and racing through thunderclouds with Johnny Bambi as the rain saturated us and we yelled obscenities at the stars. It had been fun, and not real.