I Know Ya'll Miss the Bounce
Yeah ma, your dude is back, maybach roof is back
Tell the whole world the truth is back...
My second computer meltdown in as many years has brought on a case of the blogging blues. However, triumphant returns by my and the Ben Lathrop blogs have me back in the ring to take another swing. Therefore, I am currently blog-casting from Furman's very own James B. Duke library making that dollar. Why have I switched residence from my beloved abode in B206 to the library this year you ask? I won't bore you with the usual dribble here, but today news is the GRE looming large tomorrow. Again I am faced with the mind-numbing fear of one (expensive) test determining the outcome and general happiness of my life. However, a positive result from this examination could further fuel my newfound belief that I can make something out of my life. You will be updated if this is the case, otherwise do not expect to hear from me again as I will immediately join Leroy Johnson in the leaf raking business.
And if anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Kilkenny
There have been many instances in the last three years of my life when the Irish classic "Whiskey in the Jar" could have been describing my life, but none as meaningful as this final and most recent verse. William took his much anticipated furlough from Iraq and it was everything that the author of "Whiskey" imagined it would be 200 years ago, except louder. The beer flowed like wine and old friends were able to connect and share in the joy of one that had been transferred to so many.
Tell the whole world the truth is back...
My second computer meltdown in as many years has brought on a case of the blogging blues. However, triumphant returns by my and the Ben Lathrop blogs have me back in the ring to take another swing. Therefore, I am currently blog-casting from Furman's very own James B. Duke library making that dollar. Why have I switched residence from my beloved abode in B206 to the library this year you ask? I won't bore you with the usual dribble here, but today news is the GRE looming large tomorrow. Again I am faced with the mind-numbing fear of one (expensive) test determining the outcome and general happiness of my life. However, a positive result from this examination could further fuel my newfound belief that I can make something out of my life. You will be updated if this is the case, otherwise do not expect to hear from me again as I will immediately join Leroy Johnson in the leaf raking business.
And if anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Kilkenny
There have been many instances in the last three years of my life when the Irish classic "Whiskey in the Jar" could have been describing my life, but none as meaningful as this final and most recent verse. William took his much anticipated furlough from Iraq and it was everything that the author of "Whiskey" imagined it would be 200 years ago, except louder. The beer flowed like wine and old friends were able to connect and share in the joy of one that had been transferred to so many.