Found this old journal entry from Nov. 2009:

"Today Lou and i made a fort in my room, dragged up my dad's amplifier and blasted music with the windows wide open and the wind screaming in. 
We drove until we found Africa, smoked until we couldn't tell the difference between sky and ground.
We climbed on opposite hills and whispered secrets into the valleys, smoked rose petals and tasted butter; stumbled to the edge of the earth.
The greatest adventurers there never were; I'd hold your hand if only you wouldn't kiss me."

I remember that day vividly, though the details have all blurred. Looks like I was up to the same old nonsense.