It is the end of a semester, and it could be any semester of any year. The same vibes as all the previous semesters. I am one step closer to graduating and joining the rest of the poor fuckers in the real world. More and more of my friends leaving the fertile, heavily fertilized fields of Purdue; the poor bastards. And as they graduate they upgrade on their serious drug habits. One last party. One last high. One last fix. And like all good friends, I am not one to let them experiment alone. Think of it as approaching New Horizons. If there is such a place I see it with a giant neon side with Beck playing on the speakers over-head. New Horizons: free drinks, good people. And like all endings, this semester is no different, there must be some reflection, perhaps even some learning. In lounge of New Horizons the only company I share now is my booze, grass, and some spare cigarettes. The lights are coming up. The music is dying down. Beck has traded in the turntables for an acoustic guitar. His voices is drowning into the silence. I have learned unconditional love does exist, but not in the fairy tale way we all once dreamed. Lying to keep that dream alive is sometimes the only hope to have. Find beauty in the pain. Bad people sometimes make the best friends. And sometimes good people make the worst friends. The end. Take drugs. Listen to good music. Fuck and love it. Fuck and hate it. Go out and live. You will find happiness where you make it.
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