tonight at the harp, i told the bartender that this would probably be our last drunken-english-majors wednesday for awhile. finals are over, school is over, and all that’s left are two weeks in massachusetts and a week in indiana before the june mayhem begins. tomorrow, at five-o’clock in the ass, i’ll be on a plane, and between now and may 29th, i’ll probably not post too often. but sit tight, i’ll bring you back stories and photos.
so, lou reed, just how does it feel to be loved?