Ah, college. Such an necessity, but such an expense. But through the whole struggle and madness, dealing with this weird place they like to call college, it's always best to walk hand in hand with a close friend or two. They say you find your true friends in college, and I guess that's understandable... But what happens when push comes to shove, will that friend of yours be there until the end? When reality hits you, will you be ready? A group of friends deal with the misfortune mishaps of college, and reality.

"Phabi, you know I hate to write. Fuck, why do you think I dropped out of Highschool? But I made you a promise. I promised I'd do anything to make you happy. And if that means writing you a story then so be it. My little Edgar Allen Poe." I began reading his notebook. "If the lights shut off and it's my turn to settle down, my main concern. Promise that you will write about me." I wept, wetting up Chris' notebook as I let the rose fall on his casket. The day was too beautiful for such a sad occasion. But, if anything this will be fuel to my fire. I will write about you Chris. And it'll be a damn good book.