Summers over, and all I found out was what's possible.
Well, it's possible to have one's rent hiked up to-- and possibly more than--33 percent, causing one to move (I to move anyway).
I suppose it's possible to spend three months away from girlfriend.
It's possible to drink nearly everyday without exceeding (sometimes exceeding) and still function as a person. It's possible to walk the dog every morning.
It's possible to think about but do no school work everyday. It's possible to work five days a week and still not be able to save money.
It's possible to start to read five books, continue to read them, and still be reading all of them (or think you are). It's possible to wane one's responsibility and have others give up on you. It's possible--but not yet proven--to win them back.
It's possible to own a car but not drive it everyday.
It's possible to regret stuff.
It's possible to believe in hope.
It's possible to believe it's bullshit.
It's possible to believe it's both.
It's possible to have friends who are girls that won't be girlfriends.
It's possible to eat a burrito six out of seven days a week.
It's possible to drink a bottle of wine in a night by yourself.
It's possible to ruin a ping-pong table by leaving it out in the rain.
It's possible to be in debt for years and years.
It's possible to read Sometimes a Great Notion (I still believe).
It's possible to find non-pleated pants that fit at Goodwill.
It's possible to get a good haircut for less than 20 dollars. I
t's possible to get published.
It's possible to finish a master's degree (or think you can) in the fall.
It's possible to grow a (protest) beard.
It's possible to spend the whole summer working in the Blue Room of Powell's.
It's possible to spend the whole summer without putting on a swim suit.
It's possible to spend a day reading the Sunday Times--or most of it.
It's possible to ride your bike through: Saturday Market, the Bite of Oregon, Flutag, the Obama Rally, the Blues Festival, Rose Festival, Oregon Brewers Festival, concerts, movies in the park, but not attend any of them.
It's possible not to see a movie in theaters (oh wait, there was the dollar flick Forgetting Sarah Marshall I saw with my brother and father in Albuquerque).
It's possible to miss the bus twice.
It's possible to reunite with high school acquiantences after 10 years.