the greenville
i am sitting in greenville on a red leather couch. ryan hollingsworth and i are here to meet with brains on fire, a quasi marketing firm, to get some ideas for our highschool student event coming up at the end of august.
i will be gone by then, but whatevs.
on the ride here, ryan and i exchanged stories from highschool. i never really knew what a crazy highschool experience i had until i really just started letting stories flow. i have got some crazy ones. mostly disgusting and inappropriate boy humor. or legends of ben jacob.
as good and funny as those stories are, that just aint where i am anymore. i am so ready to get back to savannah and get consumed with my life there. i just feel like i am living someone else’s life. maybe it’s because i am living in someone else’s house. watching other people work at their [real] job. eating other peoples food. i just look forward to eating from my refrigerator and leaving trash around my own room.
