So, this is going to be a short chapter because to be honest this is probably one of the best times of my life.

So, no one really wants to hear about Fun - they just want to hear about the shit...

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Well it wasnt all fun and games my freshman year and my Sophmore year were ok - but then the Junior and Senior year I finally bloomed... I had a blast, friends, trouble (good trouble) big swigs, 10before10 - i mean we fucking partied...

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One thing I will mention which is stil kind of true today is that I always got stuck in the friendzone... I always had more female friends than guy friends not that i think about that - that is something that has been like that always, I wonder what is up with that....

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Hey Therapist - what is your insight on this one?

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So on a whim, I just decided to add the College years to this chapter mostly because there is just a lot of froth going on

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I mean there were some shit storms so lets just get into them...

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I finished high school took the summer off and then went to College - all i wll say about the location is there was a lot of desert...

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My sophmore year I pretended that i wanted to join a fraternity - I fucking hated it and one of the reasone why was because i just didnt fit in - the whole Bro thing just didnt work for me...

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But there was one night... we were going to a party and I was about to hop in the car and i thought to myself that I should grab a jacket so I ran into to grab my jacket and as soon as i opened the door the phone rang, I picked it up and it was my father

"Son, your mom just passed away" I got you ticket to come home - go to the Air Port...

So I did - I got on a plane that flew had one connecting flight - the final flight was pretty late probably after 2am and the plane was empty... I was sitting by myself with two empty chairs... then a wave of warmness overcame, my body began to tingle and I looked over and sitting nex to was my Father and my Mother... smiling!  At that moment I knew she wasnt suffering any more...

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That is a whole nother story... not sure it needs to be told right now so I am going to keep it for myself...

Except for one note... My mother was the Master of Disguise... I think that she maried Dad#2 out of a need and put up the front of being happy when the coup was empty and we all went to college the walls came down and the storm hit the fan...  We found empty bottles around the house after her death.. 

But what I do know... is that on the plane when i saw/ felt them back together again...
There was peace!

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OK - so back to me (sorry)

So honestly College was ok - once I told the frat to fuck off - i found a little tribe and we had a blast... 
So thats that!

 

 

 

 

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