Where you at Drew Barsalou?

I remember a black suv,

chick-fil-a coupons,

and battling zach cole for shotgun;

medieval europe,

lacrosse sticks,

laughter;

'it's too late to apologize' and

your ever dramatic social scene.

What else did we need in life,

honestly,

but the all consuming immediate present?

We lost touch.

I hear your dating a girl now.

I'm sure if we collided, we'd reconvene

that scene,

like yesterday never came between us; but

must we remember life

is not an eternal university campus.

And a nine to five no longer consists of

Dr. Poe's 3:30, Tuesday - Thursday;

and your,

mid-afternoon perma-snack

that never seemed to stop flowing from your

quicksilver/billabong/some surfboard company

back-pack;

(ZC, back me up on that one).

I can't speak on behalf of what you were

to any one else who crossed your path, an

intellectual, honors buff, paper-writing - sandal wearing

goofster; but

hard-to-get-a-hold-of

aside;

it was always worth the time.

Wherever you are;

these days I hope

you got someone

riding shotgun;

because at least, to their gain,

I'm sure as any,

they've got a good story to tell.