This is the kind of night that many of my nights felt like as a teenager. Quiet, but with so much going on outside of me that I’m not a part of. My roommates seem busy and have curled up in their room watching TV and playing video games and James is sitting at the desk that is comically small for him, hunched over his computer, trying to focus on schoolwork. So, I found myself lighting a candle, pouring a glass of whiskey, putting on some lo-fi, and opening a book. A common teenage r[...]