Who Knew?

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I didn’t meet this incredibly large man. I slapped his calf while he was lying down during freshman orientation because I was that kind of socially awkward overgrown child and had (from superficial appearances alone) made the judgement that, although he would be freaked out by it, he wouldn’t be completely alienated. And then I accidentally turned myself into a social pariah through a horrible sequence of party fouls, and he made fun of me ruthlessly for being the idiot I was. It hurt pretty bad because he was right and I knew I was worthless, but the weird thing is, we became friends - and I learned who he was, and where he was vulnerable, and over that first year I eventually learned how to ruthlessly make fun of him as well.

During sophomore year, we were off-campus roommates. This pretty much took its logical course - he began to drink way too much than is healthy, while I sat in my room all day, playing Tetris, paralyzed with insecurity by my rapidly escalating feelings for an individual of the opposite sex. Eventually we became hopeless emotional wrecks, unable to escape the grip of a college that told us that everything we came there to study for was incredibly retarded and a social scene that was limited enough in its scope to keep us within our newly-adopted routines.

Gregory Smith, there’s no way I’m going to get away with saying this without you thinking I’m an idiot, but I fucking love you. Keep making beats.