Well...my girlfriend and I broke up a few weeks after my 18th birthday and a few weeks before graduation and before prom, she put a huge dent in the side of my car that I should probably fix, I realized that everything I was doing up to that moment actually didn't matter in the grand scheme of things, most of my friends were just going to college because it was expected and that's what I was going to do, too, until I realized I should probably try to do something and...I don't know. I just realized that my whole life was kind of weirdly insignificant and I wanted to do better. It's why I stopped going out every weekend and drinking every weekend and why I moved here.

[Tada...surprise, Nat.]