Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
I regret nothing, says arrogance; I will regret nothing, says inexperience.
Back in high school, my buddies tried to put the make on anything that moved. I told them, Why limit yourselves?
We were all imitative. We all wandered in after Miss Edna St. Vincent Millay. We were all being dashing and gallant, declaring we weren't virgins, whether we were or not.
The madness of youth made me unafraid.
I was always the guy who jumped off the roof of the garage, who could climb up the facade of a building.
Young men and fools sometimes bear pain they do not have to as a badge of their pride. Or their foolishness.
In youth we take egregious risks because death has no reality for us. Youth goes caparisoned in immortality. It is only in middle age that we are shadowed by the awareness of the transitoriness of life.
I try to keep it sweet, but trash-talking is fun, and people want to see if a brash kid like me can live up to his patter.
