Don’t Talk About The End

And they ended their years
by walking in song and spilling of song.
With firecrackers in their stomachs,
they left down separate streets
each, one by one, wondering
what it was that made the lamps
glow brighter than usual tonight.

The Sound of A Fifth Year

The last two weeks of my college career, in no particular order:

Insane no-sleep.
Sixty Five pages, four days.
Late night pancakes.
Ordered 25 cds from Amazon.
Foxfields with Brandon Piner.
Returning to Foxfields after the rain to scavenge for potables.
Getting kicked out of Carter’s Mountain.
Almost trespassing Monticello.
Frisbee Golf at Walnut Creek.
Shows with Alex Mejias.
Phi Delt prayer in my room.
Wine event on the roof.
Water ballooning Buddhist Biker Bar.
Water ballooning Hilah in the street.
Water ballooning girl through open driver’s side window.
Confessing to Drew Trotter for all of this.

After turning in my last exam today – I made a little shout while standing in the middle of UVA’s The Lawn.  That is the sound of fifth year about to graduate.

New music worth checking into:
Thrice’s “The Alchemy Index, Vols. 1-4”
Vampire Weekend
Jon Foreman’s “Winter and Fall”
Robbie Seay’s “Give Yourself Away”
Augustana’s “Can’t Love, Can’t Hurt”
Deas Vail’s “All The Houses Look The Same”