Thursday August 25th - A - Sampson's Side

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Sampson’s Side

So today I start my journal. I’m getting ready to head to a comedy show with a few of my friends, and it promises to be an amazing time. But that’s not why I start my journal today. I start it because I’m about to enter my final year of high school, and my friends Nick and Lenny claim they have come up with a plan to make this the best year of our lives. And I know my friends, I can’t guarantee we’re going to have the best year of our lives, but I can guarantee it’s going to be eventful. Sometimes we make mistakes, and sometimes we make memories. They say they’re going to tell me the plan after the show tonight, so that is why I start my journal. I’m going to have some good stories to write down, and I want there to be somewhere to write it all.

I remember another time they had a “great idea.” They wanted to go cow tipping despite that we live nowhere near any farms and have no idea how to get to one. But what can I say? My friends decided this would be a great time, and like every other adventure they’ve planned, I had to go along for the ride. That’s what I do. I go along for the ride. I follow. And so far I’ve been lucky enough to follow these guys into some pretty interesting situations. Sure, I can’t pretend I’ve lead the life of a rock star, but I think this journal will at least be worth the read. Even when we tried to go cow tipping it turned out alright. We never made it to the farm, but we did find this sweet outside ice cream shop and have a great time. We actually go there once a year now. Most of their ideas don’t pan out, but they sure have devised some glorious mistakes.

But anyway about this journal, I know this may be a corny idea, but I think one day maybe I’ll be able to reminisce a little by reading an excerpt from it as the best man at either Nick or Lenny’s wedding. I can quote a passage from the book of debauchery, the novel of nuisance, the ledger of legend. Or whatever we end up calling this thing, if I even show it to them at all. The compilation of chicken-scratch.

Anyway, I’m Sampson Price, and these are the stories of me and my two best friends.