The lack of blogging has been driving me crazy. I have sat down every night for the last week and started to type, but nothing went anywhere. But what the hell, after spending all last night thinking about the past 5 years I thought I'd try to share a few thoughts.
A little over five years ago I graduated from high school. When I got done I wasn't sure exactly what I was planning on doing with my life. All I remember was thinking to myself that I had to get out of here. Hoping that as soon as I moved away and went to college everything would be great. My dad found an art college in Omaha online so we decided to check into it. A month or so later I was headed down to Omaha.
My first week in the big O was brutal. My apartment I was leasing wasn't ready by mistake, so I was forced to stay in a hotel on 72nd and Dodge. It was such a weird time for me, I was away from home and not yet into my home away from home. I met a friend the second day of school, Paul. He had shaggy hair, a glass pipe and a bag of weed. His look and style was snatched straight out of the 70's. That day at lunch we went and got stoned. That was when I learned what good weed is, and that I definitely enjoyed it.
I'm not sure if it was that I was away from home alone, or that I was an experimenting college student...But reefer became a part of who I was. I was accepted by a huge group of people...75% OF THE COLLEGE KIDS IN OMAHA! By the end of my first week down there I had already thrown a party (in my hotel room), which set the standard for my college life. For the next two years I fed myself a constant supply of pot, fast food and booze. To this day I am still amazed that I learned everything I know while in school, but it turns out that we were good at what we did.
Now every time that I hear O.A.R. or some Martin Sexton I'm warped back into the drivers seat of my 91 Firebird Formula...I can still see the clouds of smoke rolling in the orange dash lights.
A little over five years ago I graduated from high school. When I got done I wasn't sure exactly what I was planning on doing with my life. All I remember was thinking to myself that I had to get out of here. Hoping that as soon as I moved away and went to college everything would be great. My dad found an art college in Omaha online so we decided to check into it. A month or so later I was headed down to Omaha.
My first week in the big O was brutal. My apartment I was leasing wasn't ready by mistake, so I was forced to stay in a hotel on 72nd and Dodge. It was such a weird time for me, I was away from home and not yet into my home away from home. I met a friend the second day of school, Paul. He had shaggy hair, a glass pipe and a bag of weed. His look and style was snatched straight out of the 70's. That day at lunch we went and got stoned. That was when I learned what good weed is, and that I definitely enjoyed it.
I'm not sure if it was that I was away from home alone, or that I was an experimenting college student...But reefer became a part of who I was. I was accepted by a huge group of people...75% OF THE COLLEGE KIDS IN OMAHA! By the end of my first week down there I had already thrown a party (in my hotel room), which set the standard for my college life. For the next two years I fed myself a constant supply of pot, fast food and booze. To this day I am still amazed that I learned everything I know while in school, but it turns out that we were good at what we did.
Now every time that I hear O.A.R. or some Martin Sexton I'm warped back into the drivers seat of my 91 Firebird Formula...I can still see the clouds of smoke rolling in the orange dash lights.
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