It happened, probably by accident. I passed my calculus class by four percentage points, and I got my diploma. Before I prostrate myself before the mighty gods of Student Loans and prepare myself for the inevitable kick in the financial testicles, I'd like to look back and briefly (thank God) reflect. Grab a drink, kiddies, and let uncle Patrick serenade you with my anticlimactic, if not cathartic, not-horse-words.
You guys all know me as a writer. I identify as a writer. That's awfully cool. Writing has helped me get through the tougher parts of these years. Shame I didn't discover it sooner. Two and a half years after starting my first fan