“So, Adam, if you could have dinner with any five people, living or dead, who would they be?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Probably you guys,” I said, shrugging bashfully.
“Aww, I think I’m gonna cry.”

They gave me a hard time about it for the next few days, but I’d meant it. Call me sentimental, but at that moment I couldn’t think of any better company than what I already had. Just me, Socrates, Sir Richard Francis Burton, Albert Einstein from an alternate universe where Nazis won WWII, Ernest Hemingway, and Spider-man, riding in a magic train that traveled through every known dimension, sharing good wine and good conversation. Even then, I knew those were the best days of my life.