Make a pretty memory out of my disgrace

I think wine would have made my high school experience much more enjoyable. I say this only because the last time I was home for this long was when I was eighteen, and every once in a while I feel that old rush of angst that was my constant companion during those years (those? all, I guess). It's sometimes hard to reconcile the discordance between who I was and who I am. Sometimes I feel a little too 1997.