I'm morbidly curious as to what my teenage self would think if he could see me now. Would he be thrilled at how things have worked out for me, for us? Unsurprised that it had worked out and mostly curious about this year's lottery numbers? Just relieved that the world is safe enough that this is our biggest concern? Loyal enough to his old friends to know that we shouldn't be doing this? Brave enough to do the right thing?
Maybe all five. Maybe the real problem is that he's right here, that I never grew out of that age.