| | I think it was The Grateful Dead who were prescient enough to recognize the denouement of their band when they said 'What a long, strange trip it's been.'
Word, son. Word.
Graduation ceremonies are on the 17th of May. A Sunday. I am taking time away from studying for finals to type into this notepad again, but I am not really sure why. I ask that since I have sort of abandoned this journal. At the same time, though, I clicked through about 30 pages of blog to find an image I knew I had posted on here, and couldn't help but notice the wayward thoughts I had scribed here.
Wow. What a long, strange trip it's been.
For living in Irvine and commuting two hours, every weekday, to downtown Los Angeles. For living in my car in Irvine and commuting two hours, three days a week, to downtown Los Angeles. For living in Westchester, the asshole of the Earth, to downtown Los Angeles, a close second asshole of the Earth. To finally moving back to God's Country, in Orange County, and commuting again, but knowing who I am and in my place.
Wow. What a long, strange trip it's been.
I feel different from when I began law school. I need only look at what I wrote beforehand and what (little) I wrote after I began. I am not yet sure if that is a good or bad thing. Once the dice are rolled, you can't bring them back. I don't think I would anyways. Actually, I know I wouldn't.
What a long, strange trip it's been.
............
Fuck it.
Lazy lovers, sure would have been nice to have said.
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