Remember when we were young and out of the jukebox songs were sung. Remember getting drunk and falling on your face Friday nights at the pizza place. Remember the teachers who tried to preach, think of all the partying at the beach. All the good times during the summer, now they are gone what a bummer. Remember your first kiss and then well whoever thought of this. Remember going to your first bar, making love in the back of a car. All the fights for whatever the reasons, remember Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. Remember finding a love that somebody else took and remember all the parties at Stony Brook. Picture god on a hill as he calls, where are all the jocks and dirt balls. Remember sitting in the cafeteria wondering if you would pass, while in the mean time you were cutting a class. Could it ever happen again, could the ink ever run out of a pen. This is the end to chapter one in the book of life. Giving up all the love all the fun for a dull knife. I’d live this life again even if it costs me a punch in the kissa because in this life I’ve had one hell of a pissa.
~ Bobby Carlo