Dear internet,

I'm not going to delete my devart account, because I want a good laugh now and then, revisiting the embarrassing and awkward parts of the most important four years of my life when enough things went wrong to make me interesting.

A few days from now, it'll be a new decade. Ten years ago thirteen year old me - interested in recreating bombings my brother and I say on TV with cardboard and matchbox cars - didn't care to know who Lou Reed was, or get an deceptive internship at the NYC DOHMH or even think I'd find love. But they happen, so hey, thanks life.

Oh, thanks internet for making low culture worthwhile too.

Andrew D.