We used to go out with confidence and shoot clever remarks at eachother like the harlem globe trotters shoot passes. Girls would stand on the sidelines of our conversations like fans that had won back stage passes to a Guns and Roses show. Welcome to the jungle of our discontent where any girl with some style and an attitude can serve as a reason to forget the one that came before her. Oddly enough in midst of so much forgeting, we were having the most memorable of times. Bars until last call, diners at 2 in the morning, watching the sun come up from atop the roof of our college house, running out of cigerattes and plowing through cases of corndogs. We didnt have pasts to run from, and so instead of chasing our dreams, we chose not to hear them.
There were times when we were sure that college would never end and then we were just on our way to class one day, when we heard the question for the first time. So, what are you going to do after college? Maybe that wasnt the first time someone asked, maybe it was just the first time that the question made it through the cool clothes and hair products. Maybe it was the first time I had let my eyes wander off all the distractions.
There were times when we were sure that college would never end and then we were just on our way to class one day, when we heard the question for the first time. So, what are you going to do after college? Maybe that wasnt the first time someone asked, maybe it was just the first time that the question made it through the cool clothes and hair products. Maybe it was the first time I had let my eyes wander off all the distractions.