As a person who (up until recently) ate, slept, and breathed nightlife, most of my youth was spent partying. I have stories about underground raves breaking out into orgiastic bangers, stories about police raiding parties, and also stories about stupid stuff DJs do. 

Above all, as a low-key icon of the underground nightlife scene in New York, I have stories about drugs and drinking. I’m a bit of a notorious trainwreck — at least, I was up until my sobriety. I’m far from alone in this, too.

Most older Millennials and Gen X people I know have their own party “war stories.” It’s not just wastoids like me, either. Even college grads have their era of drinking, thanks to fraternity parties. 

Yet, when I talk to people who are younger than me, I find something strange is going on: they don’t have war stories of their own.