The Departure of Andreas Christou
Two weeks, over a hundred beers, ten makeshift bongs or so, and a sickening amount of fast food later, here I sit, soaked in sweat, ears ringing, every muscle in my body aching, thoughts strewn out all over the place.
I suppose now would be a good time to collect them all together again--Andy's time here was an absolute blast. Most of it seems to be a blur, but I've laughed (and drank) more in these past fourteen days than I have in an extremely long time. I've enjoyed every moment of it. Andy is a fucking bro of the highest caliber and I think I speak for everyone that had the immense pleasure of meeting him when I say that South Carolina would be infinitely better with him as an addition to the populous--which is a definite possibility--but time will only tell.
Two weeks of nonstop awesomeness has taken it's toll, however. I haven't been this exhausted in ages. I want peace and quiet. I want to be to myself for a while. I feel like I could easily sleep for a day or two.
Andy's all-American adventure ended with one last session of drinking in the Brentcave, resulting in some manly tears to the tune of "Let it Be" by the Beatles.
Also: vomiting!
I already miss the fucker.
Time to focus on the band(s), improving my physical health, getting a job, getting my license, laying off the bottle for an extended period of time, etc.
Apparently I have a lot on my proverbial plate.
I suppose now would be a good time to collect them all together again--Andy's time here was an absolute blast. Most of it seems to be a blur, but I've laughed (and drank) more in these past fourteen days than I have in an extremely long time. I've enjoyed every moment of it. Andy is a fucking bro of the highest caliber and I think I speak for everyone that had the immense pleasure of meeting him when I say that South Carolina would be infinitely better with him as an addition to the populous--which is a definite possibility--but time will only tell.
Two weeks of nonstop awesomeness has taken it's toll, however. I haven't been this exhausted in ages. I want peace and quiet. I want to be to myself for a while. I feel like I could easily sleep for a day or two.
Andy's all-American adventure ended with one last session of drinking in the Brentcave, resulting in some manly tears to the tune of "Let it Be" by the Beatles.
Also: vomiting!
I already miss the fucker.
Time to focus on the band(s), improving my physical health, getting a job, getting my license, laying off the bottle for an extended period of time, etc.
Apparently I have a lot on my proverbial plate.