your sucha weezer
roller coasters are the quintessential expression of humanity
destined to fail, i miss standing in line and listening to the howl of wheels, terror and puberty
i have been the same height since conception which translates to me being let on to "big" rides way before my soft shell brain had time to fully close, there was always that older cousin, who in the car ride to the park could talk and talk and talk about the roller coasters until they were built up into mythic deities of steel and vomit and there you'd be standing, looking up, talking a step closer until the second you are strapped in....