Our eyes had met when we were scanning thru the crowd and glanced back at each other instinctively. Your look said it all . For that one moment, there was a window that had opened up within you. You were at a bar, with people you wouldn't normally meet. The judgments of strangers didn't count or gash at you as much as the ones from friends did. The fact that your life didn't end up the bed of roses that you'd proclaimed it would. Theirs didn't either, but you were always better than them. You had never said that to them, but they knew it by the way you walked with your head held high and your chin up. While they slowly tumbled like bowling pins to rules and compromises, you told them about how you were still having an amazing time. And how that day would never arrive when your life ceased to be spectacular. Exaggeration was your antidote to the truth. Your mornings started with it and the day wore you down until you couldn't get yourself to, anym...