Whatchu gon do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunk?
Well, I had to clean it out.
I'm talking about the trunk of my car. I cleaned it out this summer, and in doing so managed to erase a great part of my personal history. Listen. Most of that junk had been accumulating in there since graduation; so naturally there were a lot of happy moments stuffed in there. Each object gave off the gas of memory (wow, bad writing), from happy cards I got at graduation (and especially one in particular) to stars from the prom with the glitter-drawn names almost fully faded to pages and pages of sheet music from duets and songs I had played at piano concerts. This is not the whole list; tennis rackets, which even for a month or two weren't all mine, textbooks that I had failed to sell back to the Prep or to Tufts, and a bunch of beautiful clutter that made it difficult to get the replacement tire out of the car, remember that? Yes, with all that junk, all that junk inside that trunk, I was ridin' dirty and rollin' for quite some time, but the time came to clean it out.
And so ended an era.
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Good for your gas mileage though!
Yeah, I wish I still had some memories of graduation and things lying around. I think that was one of the best summer's I've had, that summer after graduation. I'll always remember that last day before I headed back, and we were all going around like it was my last day on earth and I was about to dye (haha, dye) or something, and then I forgot and realized that I had one more day left. woopsies... haha
ahahaha I can't even remember that. Well, I kind of do. I remember you realizing you had one day left.
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