My blood and my love:
I leave Harvard for the four 1/2 hour drive home. One fat tab, an Addy and two flasks full of 151 later and I'm back in Whitesboro. It seems like it took twenty minutes. I just thought of the duchess the whole way. It was nice.
I hate that one song that goes: "I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell, I know right now you can't tell. I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired. I know, right now you don't care." But it pretty much sums up what happened to the last four years of my life.
I couldn't change.
It's a shame.
I know I'm going to heaven though. Like for instance, this weekend, I misled a nice innocent Harvard girl. But I didn't do anything to her, and I was nothing but a gentleman. I was just writing in my head. And God forgave me, because on the way home I sang Mmm-Bop at the top of my lungs along with the radio.
And really, who's entertaining God but me?
And what would be more entertaining to God than watching ME jam out to a Hanson song, by myself, in my car? Nothing. I promise. That shit's funny.
-Brian
I hate that one song that goes: "I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell, I know right now you can't tell. I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired. I know, right now you don't care." But it pretty much sums up what happened to the last four years of my life.
I couldn't change.
It's a shame.
I know I'm going to heaven though. Like for instance, this weekend, I misled a nice innocent Harvard girl. But I didn't do anything to her, and I was nothing but a gentleman. I was just writing in my head. And God forgave me, because on the way home I sang Mmm-Bop at the top of my lungs along with the radio.
And really, who's entertaining God but me?
And what would be more entertaining to God than watching ME jam out to a Hanson song, by myself, in my car? Nothing. I promise. That shit's funny.
-Brian