Four years ago I was sleeping in the eighth floor visitor's area of the UNMC tower. Mojo went in and shit was not good. A scant two and a half weeks later she wouldn't leave. Am I a better person from then? Have I become just that jaded and altered? How far? Have I achieved what my four year younger self was setting out to do?

Who knows. I think those are better questions for the start of the five year observance.