i want you to know that me and all my friends have just grown into the drunks and the liars that we've always hated. i'm going down with the ship and it makes me want so badly to be able to believe in everything or anything i swore when i was sixteen.nnto sing along with ari, to drive down bloomfield ave with dan, to talk for hours in a buick lasabre. all of it and more, and every other phrase that sounds like a chorus to a legion hall sing along but now it looks oh so much less like clich' and oh so much more like world-beating idealism. so i guess we've come full circle, from believing to laughing to wanting to believe, except i can't sing along now.nnthey told me not to say 'these are the times we'll remember' unless i wanted to forget, but i guess it had to end anyway. everything does. we have to go and get gone again. and i guess now that i'm the reason we're told to believe in ideas, not people. the kids will always let you down.