I spent the day digging through old mementos, cards, letters, show fliers, and CD's.
I miss Sector 9, I miss being in high school, I miss the dream of playing the Faxton Park battle of the bands, I miss hanging out with Shawn, Pina, and Dose, I miss Kim Hobart, I miss Mike Blanchard and waiting for the annual up all night party, I miss riding my bike to Ames Pond, I miss leaving school early or just not going at all, I miss the feeling of skipping out on a responsibility and having fun, I miss Bart complaining about skipping school and going to Boston, I miss Price, I miss walking to Dose's house from Turnstone Terrace, I miss not fearing the future, I miss not feeling insecure, I miss Bart's basement, I miss the Thompsons very fun birthday parties, I miss playing shows and not being on tour, I miss Sas, I miss L, I miss Ler, I miss sitting outside at night talking, I miss Mike Manigat, I miss having a steady job, I miss fucking around at said job, I miss not feeling useless when i wake up at 2pm, I miss 50 turn games of mario party being ruined by too many hootenannies, I miss the first time I heard my favorite music, Our Youth Is Dead.