the "good old days"

man i'm tired. had to close the bar 2 nights in a row so i could get off tonight. i'm going to some crazy thing with aimee for her work. some sort of corporate party, but they're putting us up in a hotel and it's gonna be on like donkey kong. open bar so sam will be loaded, believe it. last night i started thinking about the good old days and i realized that at every point of my life, i fondly remember the good old days. right now, the "good old days" (tm) in my life were around 1999-2000. college and insanity ensued. it was total freedom and a life of mass chaos and revelry. the only thing was that i had a girlfriend at the time who got in my head and sort of pulled me down from time to time. oh well, take the good with the bad. she was good in bed. in 1999-2000, the "good old days" (hereinafter referred to as the g.o.d.) must have been high school, or at least 1995-1996. back when you would get in trouble for smoking or drinking; challenging authority at every interval. i was a big dork for the biggest part of high school but there were moments. senior year was a breakthru. 5 girls brought me to the Sadie Hawkins dance (they were all hot). i was in a band, which was cool i guess. in 1995-1996, the g.o.d. was the womb. i hated and still hate everyone i went to middle school and elementary school with, except a few. oh well. one more thing. last night i dreamed that someone shot me in the leg over on Acadian right by that overpass... you know, by Outback and the UP Bank building. hurt like a bitch. i don't know why they did it, but if it ever happens to me i'll look back as this being prophetic.