I had the sweetest memory when I woke up this morning of driving around North Bennington with Chris, the kid who lived next door to me. We'd go to Powers Market blasting Music to Make Love to Your Old Lady By by Lovage. Shit! Those were the days, in the daze of discovery. Two kids in the throes of their tumultuous late teens who had no idea what was up and what was down other than that Faith No More's Angel Dust remained awesome 14 years later and drinking excessively was fun. We bonded fast those first days of school over a shared obsession over all things Mike Patton (except, perhaps, Mike Patton himself). Then Milford worked with Mike Patton and said he's a huge tool. Noel said the first time he met me and Chris, we were arguing about Marxism (we were in the same introductory political economy class) and then started making out. Neither of us remember that. Hahahaha. I think that was how we all eventually related to each other -- making out. If we didn't make out with each other at some point chances are one of our friends had made out with us. College was kind of like high school with way less social restrictiveness, more illicit substances and ashtrays.
throwback jams
Tuesday, September 28, 2010 • 0
To the days when my car was reliable, first term freshman year of college before weird shit went down...
I had the sweetest memory when I woke up this morning of driving around North Bennington with Chris, the kid who lived next door to me. We'd go to Powers Market blasting Music to Make Love to Your Old Lady By by Lovage. Shit! Those were the days, in the daze of discovery. Two kids in the throes of their tumultuous late teens who had no idea what was up and what was down other than that Faith No More's Angel Dust remained awesome 14 years later and drinking excessively was fun. We bonded fast those first days of school over a shared obsession over all things Mike Patton (except, perhaps, Mike Patton himself). Then Milford worked with Mike Patton and said he's a huge tool. Noel said the first time he met me and Chris, we were arguing about Marxism (we were in the same introductory political economy class) and then started making out. Neither of us remember that. Hahahaha. I think that was how we all eventually related to each other -- making out. If we didn't make out with each other at some point chances are one of our friends had made out with us. College was kind of like high school with way less social restrictiveness, more illicit substances and ashtrays.
I had the sweetest memory when I woke up this morning of driving around North Bennington with Chris, the kid who lived next door to me. We'd go to Powers Market blasting Music to Make Love to Your Old Lady By by Lovage. Shit! Those were the days, in the daze of discovery. Two kids in the throes of their tumultuous late teens who had no idea what was up and what was down other than that Faith No More's Angel Dust remained awesome 14 years later and drinking excessively was fun. We bonded fast those first days of school over a shared obsession over all things Mike Patton (except, perhaps, Mike Patton himself). Then Milford worked with Mike Patton and said he's a huge tool. Noel said the first time he met me and Chris, we were arguing about Marxism (we were in the same introductory political economy class) and then started making out. Neither of us remember that. Hahahaha. I think that was how we all eventually related to each other -- making out. If we didn't make out with each other at some point chances are one of our friends had made out with us. College was kind of like high school with way less social restrictiveness, more illicit substances and ashtrays.
