The Attic
Last night, Keight and I took a stroll past the Old Militello Place TM. It's made me nostalgic of my freshman/very early sophomore year.
WHOO. Hahaha.
I was just thinking about all the bizarre shunk that went on during my Michael Militello Obsession. I don't throw that word around when I'm talking about these types of things. Obsession is most definately the correct word.
Despite all of drama that ensued, I'd kill to go back to that first week in March and relive "The Ring" Night and the Flogging Molly concert. Best and worst times of my entire freshman year happened in the same weekend.
Honestly, if you put aside all of the weird things that kid does (shaving...?) I really appreciate him. He gave the appearence of really enjoying himself in everything he did. Whether he did or not, I'm not sure.
I just keep thinking about him chimney climbing up his hallway only to be received by the ceiling with a sickening thud and that stupid paper model of the human body that had all of the intestines in a ziploc bag and him trying desperately to fit through the cat door. Despite his inability to communicate his emotions, he honestly is a nice person, and that's a severe compliment from me.
It was sometime last November and Keight and I were at his house, just trying to survive the rollercoaster of oddities that ensued ("New amp...or Cancooon???")...While there was that moment in which he attacked us via strobe light confusion, he did give me his extravagantly-priced brown courderoy jacket on the walk home despite the fact that I'd completely told him off a small while ago. That takes a lot of strength of character.
I appreciate that. I wouldn't give some bitchy little girl who pouts over being second choice my new jacket, even if it was just for a few minutes.
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posted by M.Jazz @ 6:04 PM
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