I was 21 when I first met the sarcastic Australian rock star who took the world by storm with his witty charm.
Twenty-two when I wrote a viral tabloid article on his bandmate to pay for the medicine that I needed for life. Twenty-three when I realized my dream job in California was destroying every moral in which I was raised to believe. Twenty-four when I accepted that I might have to give up my West Coast dreams to return home and admit defeat. And now, 25, when the lead singer of Violet Wonders comes crashing in.