6/19/2005
The Best Of The Dead Poet's Society, Part Two
Continuing in our series of best memories from the dead poet's society, I bring to you a poem titled "Best. Meeting. Ever. Ever.." From what I remember of the piece, it was a rather fabulous, recklessly violent meeting that resulted in a series of feverish disputes between me and Sam that continued for several months. At least until that time he needed the surgery. That bastard had it coming, though.
5/6/2004 - "Best. Meeting. Ever. Ever." (this is a poem)
Andrea: Tonight at dead poet’s society Sam and I acted out on our initial dream to make this a dead poet’s fight club. He said, “want to do it?” and we got up and hit each other for a while. You should have been there.
Vincent: Yeah, so, Sam and Andrea were hitting each other like little bitches. At first I thought it was really funny and then I thought it was scary and then they got tired and stopped.
Sam: Andrea and I hit each other a little, but nothing serious. Hopefully next time blood will be shed from my nose. I’d like to give a shout out to my Butt A peeps.
5/6/2004 - "Best. Meeting. Ever. Ever." (this is a poem)
Andrea: Tonight at dead poet’s society Sam and I acted out on our initial dream to make this a dead poet’s fight club. He said, “want to do it?” and we got up and hit each other for a while. You should have been there.
Vincent: Yeah, so, Sam and Andrea were hitting each other like little bitches. At first I thought it was really funny and then I thought it was scary and then they got tired and stopped.
Sam: Andrea and I hit each other a little, but nothing serious. Hopefully next time blood will be shed from my nose. I’d like to give a shout out to my Butt A peeps.
