The Summer Between

When I was eighteen years old I knew everything there was to know about anything ever in the history of the entire world. I thought I was a genuine Stephen Hawking-level genius. My entire life stretched ahead of me and everything Id ever wanted was going to be handed to me on a silver platter carried by admiring angels whod ask in dulcet tones Brendon howd you get to be so cool? I also thought I was immortal. Thank God for summer break for those ten weeks between high school and college when life took me roughly by the collar shook me hard and said with a deep guttural laugh Buckle up kid cause Im drivin and you dont know squat.