Alcoholic’s Corner

Parting is such sweet sorrow. That feeling is definitely starting to creep up on me more and more as the clock ticks on as we edge closer to the end of the year. As many of you know the end of this semester ends my academic (and social) four year sentence at UB. I can tell you that I can not wait to get the hell out of here. No more classes, no more homework, no more all niter’s just to get a project in on time. Though with this feeling of immanent freedom comes a slew of sadness and fears. Will I be able to find a job? What will I do for free time? Most of all will I ever find friends who can even remotely match up with the ones I’ve made while here?
I can tell you that over the past four years there has been a lot of boozing, hanging out and generally just plain lack of productivity. Those are times that I will never forget and look back on with a smile on my face till the end. Those of you who are still here remember those nights that seem like you’re doing absolutely nothing. Those nights when you’re just sitting in your room with a friend or two and a 12 pack of beer. Those little things are what you’re going to take away with you. Not so much the nights which took hours or days of planning, just the routine “bored” nights. It is during those nights you will come to learn which friends are worth knowing and which ones you will never forget. So grab some brews and call it a night with a movie and popcorn or just talk till the sun comes up. It may seem dull at the time but you will be glad you did it. Some of the best friends you will ever make usually start of as drinking buddies.
I would also like to take this, my last chance, to thank you all for actually reading the crap that gets put into print under my name. I was fortunate enough to land this position as your resident alcoholic and have enjoyed sharing my drunken stories and philosophies with those of you who have nothing better to do than listening to my drunken ramblings. So for all of you who paid attention I raise my glass to you on my way out and quote a band called Flogging Molly and toast “Let’s raise a cheer, to those forgotten years. Back to the corner where we went our separate ways”.
So to all of you, whoever you are, whether we’ve shared a drink from time to time, met up for drinks regularly, or just gave a passing glance, I just want to thank you again for listening (or in this case reading) and to all of you I raise my glass for another toast. This is my favorite toast and it encompasses friendships big and small. “Here’s to you and here’s to me, the best of friends we will be, but if we ever disagree then F**K YOU and here’s to me!” So now I bid you farewell and good luck in your coming years of education. Don’t forget that there is never a problem so great that it can’t be solved with grabbing a beer and relaxing. I hope my “wisdom” has helped some of you out there and my stories made you laugh. Time to pass off my corner to the next drunk. So in the future, as always, be safe, have fun, and have a drink for me.
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