Growing up in Nebraska we learned to make our own fun. High school was a series of adventures that led us from sharing cigars on rooftops to back alley brawls. We fell in and out of love reaching for those that seemed warm, longing for her touch. His lips. Happiness. And though unhappiness was ominously present in unknown futures and well-known pasts we tried our best to enjoy the time we had together. We had fun.