That's it, I'm leaving this town. Maybe its two months of coma talking, but I'm saying its time to go. Sure, Garrett is confused, but he's never hardly around, what between his fencing tournaments and school and shitty part time jobs. That was my life before the accident, well, minus the swords, and all I can say is good riddance. Goodbye Computer Science fasttrack, hello LA.
Not sure what to make of where things are now, me and all my old friends. We had that time, that great trip before senior year, and all of us fell apart from there. Some more than others. I'm not even sure where Jeremy is anymore. He was moving from crappy job to crappy job, not that it matters anyway. Last time he was around I couldn't hardly stand to look at him, all scraggly and depressed. Yeah I could tell he was depressed under that facade, we were best buds for so long. He was all giddy, too giddy, about having lost a burger-flipping job, and i'm not even repeating the lameass story he came up with to say why. He drifted in and out of the Montana Coffeehouse not saying hello or goodbye, but he's been saying goodbye for the last couple years in one way or another.
But now it's my turn, they say I'm one of the beautiful people, and I gotta say, what took em so long. That and thank god the scar from the wreck is north of my hairline. So long, mom, dad, and your force-fed computer degree, off to make easy cash by looking good, (and that ain't hard when you look like me.)
Seeya later, Twin Cities, and hopefully from the cover of a magazine...