<p>We grew up in Reardan, Washington. Tiny town. Middle of nowhere. Population: us... and some cows.</p><p>Met in high school. Got into some trouble. The kind of trouble that makes a small-town cop sigh real loud before even asking questions.</p><p>Now? Somehow, we’re the adults. Like... mortgages, kids, taxes...</p><p>And I keep looking around — at the news, at social media, at PTA meetings — and asking the same damn thing: Where R the Adults</p><p>[email protected]</p>
