The Long Goodbyes

Let me first state that I read over my first post and it came out a little more malicious then I had hoped. I stand by every statement I made except for the "I'm writing this for me" part. I would love for everyone to read and laugh at other peoples expense with me. So for that and only that I apologize. I also said this would be a weekly blog but I decided against that. This will now be a "write whenever the fuck I want to write" blog.

:AND NOW TO THE POST:

I know this will not be very interesting to read and that the story will truly pick up when I begin school next week, but I find that this being my last true Freehold night that it deserves it own post.

I was met with the daunting task of watching my four little cousins ranging in age for 5 to 8, peace lasted for about 30 minutes. When my youngest brother came home from his doctor's appointment I allowed him to take the reigns. This was in no way passing the buck but a mere changing of the gaurds so I could finish packing for school. And by finish I mean start. 15 minutes later I was looking at a very small pile of what I will call my life for the next four months. With that completed I met with my very good friend, Derek, for some ice cream, sort of a last desert if you will {and I know you will}. Ice cream came into play once more that evening when I shared another frozen meal with more good friends Mike and Johnny B. For both I consumed a peanut butter and chocolate confection frozen to perfection and not in anyway infected. I then proceeded to drive around with said good friends, talking about nothing imp- articular. Up and down Route 9 we went when it dawned on me that I will never experience this moment again. My car, 1993 Saturn, is being sold and I am leaving. What makes it worse is that my goodbyes came one day to early. I am attending a baseball game with my father, who undoubtedly is trying to make up for lost time, tomorrow and will be unable to participate in the monotony that is small town life one last time.
So here's to you Freehold Township, though our torrid love affair only lasted five years they were the best I could have hoped and/or asked for.