Mixtapes Can Do That, a guest post by Benjamin Roesch

Only days before the start of my senior year in high school, I moved quite suddenly, uprooting myself from my dad’s house in suburban Indianapolis to finish high school with my mom in upstate New York. Within a week, I had made the decision, packed my car, and shocked my friends and family.

My best friend in those days was a handsome, hilarious guy named Joe. For the past two years, we’d done virtually everything together. We slept at each other’s houses every weekend. Drove endless laps around our suburban streets. Stayed up half the night listening to music and prank calling classmates, talking about our hopes and dreams with a shared sense of vulnerability.