There are a bunch of I'm pretty sure high school girls staying in the room next door at the Cambria.
They were having a great time at 2am.
I was jealous.
I was being ultra polite as i always am at hotels.
The worst thing is to be bothered by staff about bothering other guests.
So i wasn't blasting my music and jumping on the beds as i would love to do. Right now and then.
But they weren't worried about life consequences yet.
They knew that the worst that could happen was the hotel complains to the head chaperone, and they get minor league yelled at.
It's not that gentle for me. Or all other official adults.
Kills our. Excuse me, your, creative crazy kid spirit fire. Which is vital to living forever and enjoying it.
The rules of polite society and business say i should respect the quiet of others above my own right to party.
I do.
But it's less fun.
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