The final hurrah

Spring break is over, man. This is it. The last night. The final hurrah. The good times are fuckin' over, man.

Do you really believe that, farmboy?

Of course not. I hate to admit this, but it's good for me to have some kind of routine, you know? Otherwise I'd just be stoned sitting at a computer all day with occasional trips to the guitar.

Also, there's not much I can do to change it. I just have to accept that spring break ends.

Very grown up of you, farmboy.

I know. Fuckin' amazing, ain't it?