Nov 13, 2011
Standing on the corner of College Avenue and Dryden Friday night at 1:30ish, watching undergraduates stagger around aimlessly and shout at/to each other, I turned to my friend saying, “I’m gonna call it a night, even though, frankly, there’s really no reason to stop.”
“Now you see how I’m living,” he replied.
Just a moment before he had remarked, “Alcohol is a god to them.”
But earlier still in the evening he had said, “Love doesn’t tell; it asks.”