"I Never Had The Chance To Write About The Rooftop In Brooklyn. It Was Perfect In That After A Whole

"I never had the chance to write about the rooftop in Brooklyn. It was perfect in that after a whole day of sufficiently getting wasted, John's rooftop seemed like the best place to be of all time. This was the New York I'd been imagining for eons; with the M train's hum echoing along its elevated tracks and the Manhattan skyline hanging brightly in the western sky. I called my sister and left a drunkenly laughable, yet sincere voicemail. I had fallen in love, I said - with these people, with this place. With my youth. 

I hung up and stood quietly - the moment was wholly mine. I'm nostalgic for that night more than any other in my entire life."