I had a dream the other night about this one guy who was my first friend in college. He thought Carrie Underwood’s new single (at that time) sounded like Shania Twain’s. His favorite songs were Santana’s Smooth, Shakira’s Illegal (which features Santana and which I happened to be amused to later in life) and anything from Michelle Branch’s first album. You could tell he was not the rebel kind, or the extrovert person but rather resort to milder realm.
That was the way he led his 4 years at college, at least in the public eye, quite, taking things within rather than baring it out. That was also the way he left his life behind.
Sometimes I still check his Facebook page, which stand still after his death. I found a guy, who also showed up at the funeral, posting writing bits about him from time to time. I found his group of close friends commenting on old photos & I guess, somewhere, I found the very beginning of my college life there as well.