Bitten Chapter 2
College. I used to love College. The girls, the parties, no responsibilities; It was awesome. I mean, I would have to go to class every once in awhile, but from what I remember, I didn’t have to try very hard.
I wasn’t a jock. I used to play sports, but not anymore yet I still hung out with the frat kids near UNM and occasionally did go play ultimate frisbee in the park. I wanted to be in shape, but didn’t ever feel motivated to do so, it seemed at the time, so insignificant. I enjoyed most just living my life. My parents lived on the other side of town, and whenever I needed money, they were there to help. I didn’t have a job; I had student loans, but fuck it, most people don’t pay those anyway right?
I used to play guitar. I remember my fingers running across the strings, plucking each note and to create a beautiful melody. That night I was at a party, I was playing my guitar. There wer