Stop the screaming
I met the offspring of one of my best friends tonight. Two undeniably good-looking people produced, not surprisingly, one undeniably good-looking baby boy.

His was not the screaming that I wanted to stop. That would be the other guys. It's strange to say, but Brian's friends, my friends I keep in touch with through Brian, have grown up, but they haven't stopped hurling insults at the top of their lungs. Some things change and some things never do.