some of the best moments are mass produced in six dollar photo booths in cheap chinatown dive bars, in CVS self-checkout lines, on morgedal mattresses held up by sagstua headrests, on the six going uptown at five thirty am her head resting on your shoulder, in cheap porta potties, in single serving stalls, with shots of espelon in plastic cups with soggy fries for chasers singing 'love you like a love song' badly but feeling like a rockstar because your gums are numb and everyone is listening to you sing, and everyone is dancing because the bag is not even half way empty, because your friends are all with you and the ones who aren't are in the group chat wishing they were. all of the good times go in the group chat sooner or later but the best of times can't those have to be lived.