High School

Everyone I know is all grown up, and completely different than what I remember them being. I know for a fact that I’m a lot different than I was in high school. High school was two and a half years ago for me, yet I still feel connected with all of my friends, but I don’t even talk to 75% of them anymore, and that number is being generous. 

The group of friends I associate with in college are pretty much all from the same high school or surrounding high schools and have known each other for years, and while I’ve known them for a reasonably long time, I’m still the newcomer.

I wonder what I would be like if I stayed around all of my friends from high school, if I went to Wayne State or MSU or U of M instead of leaving everyone I knew and went out here to GVSU. I think I’d be a lot different than I am right now, or would I? My friends here aren’t all that different than my friends from back home. 

Do I miss Fraser? Yeah, sometimes I really do. I have great memories from some great people, and I got to find a girl that I’m still with. I also have horrible memories from some equally horrible people. I remember me and 4 of my best friends sitting in a field playing frisbee and having a great time. I miss all the “bands” I used to be in. I miss how I had confidence in everything I did and everything came easy to me.

But that was a small world, and there is so much more out there to experience. I love seeing all of my friends, and even though I don’t communicate with them, I still think of them as my closest. But I guess the whole point of this is that no matter where you go - you’re still the same person. I’m Bob LeRoy in Fraser and I’m Bob LeRoy in Grand Rapids. I still have the same faults and quirks. I’m still the same guy. But, I still wonder where I really belong. And even deeper, do I really belong anywhere, or do I even need to belong anywhere? Does it matter where I’m at and does is affect who I am?

“East side love is living on the west end.” -Anthony Kiedis

It turns out that the 1954 Gibson Les Paul did not burn up in a plane crash.

Don’t we all just feel special.

Surgery

As I lay here in this chair, I’ve been able to doze off for hours and just sleep without dreaming. That’s got to be the plus of this so far.


Joe Strummer (21/08/1952 - 22/12/2002)

RIP

Joe Strummer (21/08/1952 - 22/12/2002)

RIP

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Fantastic.


‘Lisztomania’ film poster art, 1975.

‘Lisztomania’ film poster art, 1975.

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Fantastic song.

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