Everybody hurts, sometimes: Bachelor party

A slow cab was bringing us to Marselle Bar in Barrio Cino, REM screaming on FM 104.2.
My best friend telling we are mature, adult. Still one weekend like this would always be possible. Maybe.
Running wild when teenager, growing up in acid cotton of wealthy society. Cynic, sarcastic, tender. Now night arrives with her purple legion. Family man, happiness in front of me, it's time to donate childhood last jems, and call it a night.
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes....
Childhood memories roll faster. 5.
8.
14 years old. More than 20 years of fun, laughts, friendship. Of life. Of doing it in our way, of pretending to be adult.
Now, one last time, we feel the moment to say goodbye.
Finally, sleeping together we hear someone vomiting in the dark, alone.
We laught, until tears.
Everybody hurts. You are not alone.