maybe i'm just a late bloomer and working out kinks from way back when...
i don't know. what i do know is that i really don't want to be bothered by these people anymore. i want no connections. i want them out of my head.
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well, the nephew went off to college. when he was born, i was 19, crazy in love, and doing stupid ass shit like getting in a car with people that just had done shrooms and/or smoked a bowl. the jersey turnpike is no place to be driving when you're high as a kite and/or feeling imaginary fingers stroke your face...
and there's stupid me in the back seat, resolving myself to the fact that it may be my last car ride...
anyhow.
to be 17 again. drinking rows of screwdrivers to catch up with the gang during happy hour. my god. i wasn't a beer drinker. i'd show up to keg parties with a cheap bottle of vodka and some orange juice. back then, i was the only vegetarian in the group. yep. we'd be sitting at casey's, a huge pile of buffalo wings, celery sticks and blue cheese, and me...busy picking out the bacon bits from my mushroom salad...i developed a taste for kamikazes and alabama slammers. yeow. the crap college students drink. i never gave much thought to the drinks i'd mix. that is, until my head was in a bucket or i was sliding down the wall of the elevator on it's way up to my dorm room. i have to wonder how the hell i made it to class the next day...how the hell i made it home...S was mostly responsible for seeing that i got back to my room in one piece.
alcohol and pot. that's how far we went. none of this ecstasy crap. no coke or heroin or any of those date rape drugs. we traveled in a pack of about 10, guys and girls. we mostly walked to the bars. there was that one time 7 of us packed into S's car (an eddie murphy 48 hours blue/white nova lookalike, it even had the dent!). D was driving. we had a 12 pack in the back seat (under our feet) and D makes a left turn at a red light with a police car right behind us. somehow, he got out of getting a ticket by saying that he was from buffalo.
i think about all of those times...when i was away at college and then when i came back home and began commuting to nyc...
i saw alot and did alot in nyc. nothing will ever match my time there.
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looks like i'll be returning as a part-time instructor this semester. shhhhh.
i'll be teaching cmun 101, public speaking and critical thinking at loyola university, thanks to mrloveit. i kinda won't believe it until i'm doing it, so i don't like to talk about it much. gotta make my syllabus for next week, though.