if I was older, and i had my own house or apartment, or if i had a roommate, i would of wound up on the roof sometime last night, and I would of been yelling at him. I was really happy last night, I had a great time, but it made me realize how much I missed the people I never get to see anymore. I just have this feeling, if I had my own house, I would of been on the roof and yelling at God, and I would of had more to drink. Because I would of had more to drink than 1/5 of a bottle.