You take a deep breath, and you walk through the doors. It’s the morning of your very first day. You say “hi” to your friends you ain’t seen in awhile. Try to stay out of everybody’s way.
I “stay out too late.” Got “nothing in my brain.” That’s what people say.
I go on too many “dates.” But I can’t make them stay. At least, that’s what people say.
You’re on the phone with your girlfriend. She’s upset. She’s going off about something that you said. She doesn’t get your humor like I do.
I’m in my room — it’s a typical Tuesday night. I’m listening to the kind of music…