Dean's List

Somehow, with no small part due to my intake of  drugs, booze, and the support of my crazy girlfriend I've made it through my first semester of college with most of my soul intact. It took twenty-eight short, uneventful years of my life, but I'm here. I have begun the winding path to false respectability almost entirely of my own free will.

Thursday, I will be honored for being an "outstanding English student," in the whole of the great, wide world of community college, thanks to my English prof. not thinking I was a complete hack. I will not be there. Instead, I will proudly watch the crazy girlfriend graduate from nursing school--and love every torturous minute of it, because if soulmates exist, she is mine.

There's a brick in my throat made of words.