Tomorrow I'll Be Gone (So here's my chance)

So it’s 9:22pm and I have just finished loading up the old Honda Odyssey with the last bits of my sad collection of cloths, furniture, both odds and ends, and my bass. This was the first time in my memory that I have finished packing before the rest of my family, mostly because I wait for the morning of our family trips to pack. I always thought I was just lazy, and there is definitely something to be said for that, but the more I’ve packed for my last trip away from Little Rhody the more I’ve realized it is that I don’t like leaving. I don’t leaving Portsmouth, school, home, and all the fucking fantastic people I know and love. 

So four days ago I had a bit of a going away party. It was a great time for everyone (I hope). I got to say some solid good byes and chill with the homies one last time before I departed. But the more I think back to that awesome day, first I remember that some people couldn’t make it, shout out to Tom especially who was in Maine doing work on a mission trip, and Second, upon further reflection I realize that I suck at goodbyes. Really I’m just bad at them, this is mostly due to the fact that I am not a fan of them and like Latin 2, when I am not a fan of something, I kinda shift my concentration off that thing. In fact the more I think of all the crazy stuff that has happened, especially in the last 8 months or so, the more I realize that this was the best summer of my life and it totally bites that I need to drive 14 hours away tomorrow.

First I want to say a proper good bye to the boys of Everything or Nothing, you are all going to kill it on Sept. 10^th at Simon's with Red Jump Suit Apparatus (shameless plug is shameless *ding*). Gibb, try not to have too much fun Senior Year, Tom that goes double for you, C, just try not to die, Jake, good luck at Wendy’s I think you’ll need it. You guys have made this summer the best ever and I look forward to kicking more ass and tacking more names with you guys come Thanksgiving. No amount of Thursday nights can shut us down.

To extended Music wing and band family… first of all, you know who you are, if you think you might be, you are, if you know you are, dick. You have all had such an impact on my life these last couple of months and helped me grow as a musician, student, and person. The support I and I know the rest of the band feels from you guys is just unbelievable, thank you so much and good bye to everyone who I haven’t seen this summer.

To the comp lab peeps, thanks for putting up with me for the past couple of years and really helping me find my niche at the abbey. You guys keep doing you wherever you are posting up in September.

Finally a short little shout out to the inspiration for this blog, thanks for listening, my ears are always open too, so don’t be a stranger. Just remember that everyone deals with loss, but hindsight is 20/20, focus on the memories that you see and you might just find something you missed and be better for it.

See you guys around,

Keep kicking ass,

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