Haha. I wrote this fragment in summer 2010, when I moved into a house with “the band”. I’ve since left and one of the band members has changed, not without acrimony
We are pioneers.
There is no such thing as trepidation. Taking everything in our stride, we march, unflinching, burning away the chaff and hacking at the undergrowth until a clear path is made.
The new house is good. Already feels like home. I’m sitting here in my room, crowded with books and DVDs, but homely.
It’s good. Listening to McLusky and writing bullshit. I think I can get used to living in the student district. Maybe I’m a better man now than I’ve been. A bunch of drunken eighteen-year olds accosted us last night on our way to get food, and the first thought in my head was “surely they’re too young for me to hit on them”. It may have been followed by less noble sentiments, but nonetheless it’s a sign of maturity