Thursday, January 27, 2005
 chapel hill is a funny town sometimes.
the old retired folks hate the school cuz all the kids are "ruining the standard of living theyve come to enjoy." but without the school, there would be no hospital for 20 miles each way.
or libraries. or parks. or basketball games. or nice restaurants with good ass food and cheap ass beer.
recently, theres been alot of hoop-la over renaming a road in town to mlk drive. as in martin luther king drive. cuz of course we have to honor the legacy of the civil rights movement.
even though mlk only came to chapel hill twice in his life. and the road is called airport road cuz it goes to the airport. and there are better, more meaningful ways of honoring civil rights than making a few hundred people get all new address labels.
duh.
airport road makes a big T with franklin street, the main street of town and the north border of campus. there are a whole bunch of apartments and condos and shitty one bedroom houses that line airport road all the way down past the highway to the airport. a lot of college kids live in these places when they move off.
its a five lane road and the speed limit is 35.
welcome to chapel hill.
i met those two on some drunken night at bars and clubs featured on franklin street. at the time, they were hooking up with two of my friends, respectively. i guess i was supposed to be some sort of second wingman, but i turned out as the fifth wheel that night. the friend who claimed the brunette is homeless and can't hold a job for his life. the friend who claimed the blonde is british.
needless to say those didn't work out too well.
i saw paris alot because she'd always come home with the brit after a long night out. and it just so happens that the brit lives right next door to me. i'd get up in the morning to go take a shower, and she'd be on her way out of the building, hair disheveled and wearing the same clothes. and of course katie and ellie are friends so we've all sat around and drank pbr and aristocrat together a whole bunch of times.
cuz nothing builds the bonds of friendship like cheap alcohol.
so in recent months ive traded in my fifth wheel for a piece of sweet cherry pie here and there with both of them. cool thing is, neither of them care that im fucking the other one. im still working on getting them in bed at the same time...
i mean, can ya blame me? im a young college guy, and this campus is 64.8436% female students. i think i should sow my wild oats, but i don't want to take your daughter out mr robinson.
welcome to chapel hill.
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