subway
why is it that i step off the subway and start walking toward van buren and jackson, down the street a few blocks to class, and i sigh at the scent of cigarettes? my whole life it made me gag and now it makes me... nostalgic.
reminds me of will, del, drea (and so many other nonsmoking friends!)... of poetry blitz, "breaking into" 4 buildings after hours, phil falling headfirst in the chapel window, attacking lindsay's car with poetry, and ihop at 4am on a school night... of stein night in all its glory, the poets at their usual booth (when they weren't in the middle room standing on tables or sitting on shoulders belting out verse much to the dismay of the brewery employees)... of purposely scheduling the opus reading at 8 on a wednesday so we could head straight from there to the brewery... of parrots (the dirty bird) when it was packed and everyone knew almost everyone in the room... of phil dancing his drunk little heart out... of jack finally making it to a dps meeting, and will actually believing him when he said he'd come to parrots... of kremlin, and crawling into my roommate's bed when i came home at 4am... of free drinks at parrots (always, never bought one there) and not always knowing who they came from... of watching sports scores hand in hand with will on the parrots' tv... of our wild ambitions to campout on jack's lawn... of walking home in the pouring rain... of putting on the same pair of jeans in the morning, realizing how badly they smelled of smokes, and changing with a laugh... of raiding the goodwill box in the kraker lobby and taking a skull and homer simpson to parrots... of wondering how we ended up with 6 steins on the counter in the morning...
and had anyone told me all these would be held among my dearest and most vivid college memories, i never would have believed them. and had anyone told me they would all occur in the month right before and after graduation i wouldn't have believed them either! how terribly fortunate i am. there will forever be a piece of the dps in every drink i have, every cigarette i smell, every poem i write...
reminds me of will, del, drea (and so many other nonsmoking friends!)... of poetry blitz, "breaking into" 4 buildings after hours, phil falling headfirst in the chapel window, attacking lindsay's car with poetry, and ihop at 4am on a school night... of stein night in all its glory, the poets at their usual booth (when they weren't in the middle room standing on tables or sitting on shoulders belting out verse much to the dismay of the brewery employees)... of purposely scheduling the opus reading at 8 on a wednesday so we could head straight from there to the brewery... of parrots (the dirty bird) when it was packed and everyone knew almost everyone in the room... of phil dancing his drunk little heart out... of jack finally making it to a dps meeting, and will actually believing him when he said he'd come to parrots... of kremlin, and crawling into my roommate's bed when i came home at 4am... of free drinks at parrots (always, never bought one there) and not always knowing who they came from... of watching sports scores hand in hand with will on the parrots' tv... of our wild ambitions to campout on jack's lawn... of walking home in the pouring rain... of putting on the same pair of jeans in the morning, realizing how badly they smelled of smokes, and changing with a laugh... of raiding the goodwill box in the kraker lobby and taking a skull and homer simpson to parrots... of wondering how we ended up with 6 steins on the counter in the morning...
and had anyone told me all these would be held among my dearest and most vivid college memories, i never would have believed them. and had anyone told me they would all occur in the month right before and after graduation i wouldn't have believed them either! how terribly fortunate i am. there will forever be a piece of the dps in every drink i have, every cigarette i smell, every poem i write...
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