There's nights when you don't really know where you're going. You hop around from place to place, scene to scene, and you don't really feel like you fit in anywhere. You're comfortable and you're ok with being there, but something along the lines just feels off. Then you wake up in the morning, forget what you even did, and life goes on.
It all passes pretty quick. There are moments I wish would last a lifetime. Party's in your mom's basement, singing along to Gaslight and the Lawrence Arms after downing half a case of old style by yourself playing some shitty game thought up by guys who wear turtle neck sweaters and popped collars. Essentially, that would lead to a dead-end future. But, in rebuttal, who needs a future when you have friends like that?
School is a joke. Pretty soon here, I'll be done with community college, and move on to "most excellent, radical" party universities. Being older and wiser, I probably won't make any friends, won't get laid and won't even care about how many beers I can drink in an hour. I just want my education and job, and to get a move on. I can't wait for real life to start. When 2 days a week, I can go on benders at local bars or in basements or in parking lots. And get paid money to do something I enjoy. Life would be sweet.
We'll see.
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After reading this, and then Kevin's note, I have to agree with Kevin when it comes about looking to the future. Live for the now and whatever comes, will. Study, just so you know you can get a bull shit job to pay the bills while you have comfort in hanging out with friends.
In the fall, I'll be living at the Kitchen (where SGC played their last show) and we plan on having shows. so, come on out to them or just visit.
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