We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.
I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends and a more-than-minor life.
feeling - probably for the first time in my life - the fear and excitement of living in a place where you never know what's going to happen or when.
the point is that there are always answers.
What happens in the band room stays in the band room.
He told me this while ripping through his duffel bag, throwing clothes into drawers with reckless abandon. Chip did not believe in having a sock drawer or a T-shirt drawer. He believed that all drawers were created equal and filled each with whatever fit. My mother would have died.