Los Angeles was an amazing experience in terms of self-reflection and improvement, but I will admit that I didn't really come back with a plethora of hilarious, knee-slappin' anecdotes for all of you to listen, laugh, and learn from. While I'll never regret how I rebuilt myself in Los Angeles through a lot of time spent with Andrew Geanacopoulos, but it's the stories and memories involving the people I care about that make life so much more worth living. And since my return, I've been treated to a lot of good ones.
I don't have the endurance in my fingers to type out all of them, but I'm going to treat you with one of the better stories I've had from the past two weeks I've been back.
| Alright, so its Saturday night and I headed to Springfield College for the night to visit Matt G. and company. There I run into my old friend Chris, who I've seen for the first time since coming back from LA and who I can without hesitation honestly dub "the fucking man." "Andrew G!" he states. "Alright, here's the deal, you pick out a girl, any girl, and I'll introduce you to her." Almost being more interested in seeing how well he could do this than wanting to hook up (almost), I scoped out the room as quick as I could and found a "lively" young woman whose mammory glands were bigger than some of the other girls there. "That one," I said, referring to said busty gal, whose tits were covered by a blue shirt. "HEY BLUE TITS!!" Chris yells with absolutely no shame at the top of his lungs to beckon her. "Come over here and meet Andrew G." Chris and I get right to the chase, and utitlize the most effective way to getting a big-booby blessed babe to show her your tits: Claim that they're totally fake. |  |
"Well prove it to Andrew G. He's a doctor"
For those of you wondering, no I have not received my doctorate degree nor have I ever taken study within any field of medical science. So I may not be the most qualified person to indicate whether tits are fake by feeling and looking at them, but that didn't stop BlueTits from letting me do just that.
So the party continues on, and now Chris and I are talking to one of BlueTits friends.
"So where do you guys go to college?" she finally asks
"Oh I go to Emerson," I replied,
"Wait, what do you study?"
"I'm a film major" Cause that's what I say when I don't feel like explaining what an audio major is.
It was at this point that you could literally see in this girls eyes her brain come to a screeching halt. She glared at me and squinted,
"So...you're not a doctor?" she asked, and then looked at me as if I just told her she was adopted and that her real parents were carnival workers.
"No, of course not." I replied, thinking she was kidding.
She turns away from Chris and I, and leaves. Then in the background, we very distinctly heard, "CATHY YOU JUST SHOWED YOU'RE TITS TO A FUCKING FILM MAJOR!"
I geuss I see her point. Going up to a man with a doctor's degree who realistically would have to be like 26 whose currently chugging Andre at an undergraduate dorm party, and having him confirm the legtimacy of your already too-much-exposed sweaterbags by letting him grope you, that's totally fine and helpful to the advancement of medical science.. But letting someone who's the same age as you and who gets to watch Romy & Michelle's High School Reunion in an academic setting*? You might as well sell your body on the street.
*Yes, that actually happened.
And there's my story.
Things are different right now. In a good way. My first weekend back was great but I was told by many people something that I really didn't want to hear, considering all of my supposed self-growth. And that was "Wow. It seems like you never left!"
While I certainly appreciate that compliment, I wanted to come back to Massachusetts a new man, and I started to worry that maybe I would go back to my old ways. But after last weekend, I could honestly tell something has changed. I can't put my finger on it or really describe it, but something about me has totally changed. And I'm really kinda pumped about it. These are new, scary times in our now college-free lives, and I'm certainly feeling the anxiety. But I can't help but have the feeling that good things are about to happening, and that if anything gets in the way, I know I'll be able to get over those obstacles.
I love you,
Andrew G. / Geno
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