"What does it

all mean?",  I asked my friend Nolan as we sat in his backyard having a beer one Summer afternoon. 

"Well Weeb, I suppose you're talking about the Mystery of the Universe. Why was man put on this planet and what is to become of him? The ageless and eternal question that I'm sure we can unravel if we just put our minds to it." We were nineteen at the time and must have fancied ourselves heavy thinkers. "We could have a few more cans of this brew and I'm sure reach a much higher level of awareness and…" 

"and reach the level of stupid you mean." I countered. "I have a better idea, let's go to Pop's and shoot some pool."

"Sure, let's go."

Angles, banks, English and leave, things one can really get into.

Ah, the intellectual depth of the nineteen year old psyche.