I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?

Because you're my friend, wingnut.

Most of my friends were in band, and most of my free time during school was spent within twenty feet of the band room.

So dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay.-- Robert Frost.

Who am I to say that these things might nit be forever? Who is Peter Van Houten to assert as fact the conjecture that our labor is temporary?

Part of not being a self-centered asshole, Colin reasoned, is doing things with your friends even when you don't want to.