On Alison's insistence, I opened a MySpace account. I added her and began bowsing her flizst, as folk are wont to do. Mixed in among her friends, most of whom I know, are some old friends form Bard. Specifically, Katie and Bev. In Al and me first year we shared a room, Bev lived opposite and just down the hall, and Katie lived one floor bleow
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That freshman year at Bard, right after L&T, with Al and Jen and Amanda in the filthy crowded room in Tewks, getting stoned and drinking bud light, playing card games and talking about class readings and life and shit, leaving the door open because damn near everyone on the floor would stop by and hang out at some point during the evening, and people are playing drums on the porch outside the window and eventually we realize we accidentally got the hamster stoned... there's nothing quite like it.
There were breakdowns and alcoholism and relationships that went horribly, dangerously bad in the next few years, and then the "adjusting to the outside world" time after graduation and it was just weird to see each other, and everyone scattered to different countries. And even now when we can see each other again without it being strange, we can hang out and talk shit and smoke pot and play board games like we used to, it's just not the same. It's still sweet, but it's not fresh. It's nostalgic.
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As you say, despite the addictions, deleterious relationships, breakdowns, and bad feelings, that followed, that brief moment was perfect. Oh well. Everybody's got to grow up, I guess.
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