" ...this was all we collectively had, we knew no protest songs, had little to protest--and I felt a swelling in my chest, a surge of joy flowering out through my limbs; there is nothing like crooning in a group to a chorus to communicate to yourselves and the world that you are young and drunk and unhindered by responsibility, that the future stretches out endlessly before you like a California highway. "

― Teddy Wayne , Apartment