Graduation

First thing first, I drive down to Austin about once every 3000 miles, how do I know? I need to change my oil everytime I come down here.

Have you every try to hold water in your hand, trying as hard as you can but the water keeps on slipping between your fingers. That is how I feel about my college days slipping by my grasp, no matter how hard I try, my college days are gone and it will never come back to me.

Two weeks ago, after a weekend of partying, hanging out and reminiscing about the past with a dear friend, we sat on the curbside next to the night club and she said something that's profoundly touching to me. She said "After college, partying just keeps on going down hill" and I knew exactly what she meant. Something has been dripping away since the graduation and it won't stop until I have nothing left except a small piece of memory, a small piece of the memory of the best days of my life. Gone, and never coming back again