Hey gang,
I hope all of your summers are going swimmingly (sic).
Since leaving Athens, this past month has been all kinds of a whirlwind. People have been jumping in and out of my personal peripheries, and goodbyes or quick rendezvous to say hello are the norm. I’ve been lucky enough to spend time with a number of you in 4 different states, under many different states of sobriety. For me, this has been a time of uncertainty (as I am sure it has for many others), shortly followed by nervousness and eventually acceptance that shit’s getting kind of real. This is all based in the realization that nothing is ever set in stone and everything is up to how you define your own life and lifestyle. I am leaving on Sunday for a trial run at a job in Philadelphia, which is not in any sense a sure thing; and this is wonderful to me. I have come to understand that the only thing certain is compassion, and I hold the personal belief that as friends we all have the common bond of sickness. The sickness to move forwards and create, and to live well. To explore all possibilities, and of course to be hungover the morning after searching. I hope that this letter finds you all well, and I know that there will be many more fleeting moments shared, sooner than later. Who truly knows what the next six months hold, and honestly, as long as the loans get paid (or not…pssh, come at me loan-bro) who cares. I know that everything will work and if it doesn’t, I’ve got you scumlords to drag me back out of the primordial ass of mediocrity.
later days,
Conor
you’ll get a letter in me from the mail that is much more personal but conor, you have been there for me and you have some good-ass karma (in the words of paolo, ASS karma?) coming for you <3
Good luck in the city of brotherly love, my friend. You’re not too far off from the District, don’t forget, and you always have a place waiting for you whenever you feel like taking a little trip. Don’t be a stranger big guy.