It was the best of times.... ( a long farewell)

Let me preface this with a short apology for the length, I am on the tail end of an Aderol binge to get through finals, and despite my knowledge that a long blog post tends to fall on deft eyes, I couldn't help myself. So read if you have the time, its more of a self indulgent mind ramble then something with a point. When I do take study stimulating drugs I tend to become long winded and throw in as many appositives as I can. If you didn't live at 33, but are a member of this blog, this is for you also. The Hiplectic movement has been a happy addition to my personality.

Its funny, This past summer I moved into 6633 Del Playa, thinking nothing of it, just another stepping stone on the way of completing another goal, in my case my ever-belated graduation. As in most situations thus far in my life I over looked its potential for altering my outlook and path in life. There wasn't much to it as far as I saw, a group of younger guys from my frat, livable quarters, not to mention a breath taking view (sorry Jimmy gonna flex a little hipster cam myself). Little did I know the last quarter I had in SB would be filled with the memories and stories I will share with my children. I mean where else in the world do you get a picture of a true Gaucho, on the cell phone in the trash can??

Now here I sit, humbled, 10 hours away from my last final as an undergrad,not ruling out more school, but lets be honest being 35 in law school can't be fun. I sit here and I look at the information I'm learning for my degree, knowing I will never use it again, outside of some obscure Jeopardy reference to dinosaurs. It hit me though, its not what you learn in the class room that makes you a college graduate, not to downplay the education we received, but the relationships you make and the friendships you try to salvage as time pulls you apart.

I watched way to much Californication today and instantly found myself envious of a man who lives one of the most destructive lives known to date. It wasn't the countless number of proverbial 'notches on his belt' that had me jealous but his ability, fictional character trait or not, to write. When I do post on this blog, I try to incorporate some literature or poems/quotes that I find relevant to life longing to have them be my own. And today, when i thought about how I was going to say my farewell to 6633 I went straight to my books to quote the timeless genius of these intellectual giants. To me a Tale of Two Cities opening lines by Dickens says it best "it was the best of times, it was the worst of times." sums up my journey here. I had 4+ years of solid memories and dreadful decisions that I will hide away deep in my memory. I was hoping that, I ,Richard Guzzo, 24 years of experience and $100K+ of education under my belt could muster up something of value, but I couldn't. That seems to be one of the major shortcomings of mankind, his desire to be the man he can't while doing little to alter his ways to become closer to that man.

People always ask themselves or others "If you could do it again, would you change anything" and for the majority the healthy thought out answer should be yes. I started at the University of Oregon, Business Administration Major, not this bullshit Bus. Econ, and if I stayed there I would have been done already. Now I am 24 years old, not where I thought I'd be, but accept the fact that this life, though short in memory, is long in moments, and have plenty of time to get where I want to be. Pissing downhill on the people who fell short, sacrificing dreams due to fear only to settle well bellow their optimal potential. And the man I am today isn't the man I would have been if I didn't make the move from the great green north to sunny, slutty, southern California.

As for the hommies I live with:

Dk- You tall giant of a human, not only in stature, but in ambition. Your a true testament to man. You glide through the most difficult of task with a daunting ease. Thats not to take away from your drive, which can only be matched by your genuine kindness. UCSB Econ would not have been the breeze it was without your helping hand. Never selfish, unless on the court, always willing to help a brother in need. Figuratively and literally your someone I look up to. The world needs to be ready for you because just like Swedish House Mafia does at every show... your gonna fuck it right in the pussy" Our friendship has grown and I hope we manage to keep in touch...thanks for it all

Mitro- My little 'white devil', before this summer my experiences with you have been short and not very monumental. We would talk in passing, and get a good laugh going from time to time, but now having lived with you, my respect has grown. I have never seen someone own school with such minimal output, literally fucking grades out of people. You have a big heart, a terrible temper, and if I was ever backed into a corner I know you'd have my back. Also thanks for getting my lazy fat ass back into the gym, forgot how good it feels to beast mode out in the Rec Cen only causing all the light weights to put down their dumbbells and leave knowing that the 90 lbs flat bench isn't for them.

Jimmy- My little emo fucktard with a camera. And I say that with a smile, Your my boy. Out of everyone here, defiantly the one I knew the best coming into this. I have lived with you going on forever, watching you grow from bitter ass supper pledge to Spike Jonze's love child. The day you got into UCSB, I called admissions and demanded a recount, but since that day come to realize you deserve every bit of this degree and can't wait to see what the future holds. If I see you 20 years from now, locked up in a double wide with Shitty T you best know I'm coming fists firing. Your edits are dope, and though I love to give you a hard time there is no doubting your artistic ability. That camera has become on extension of your body, unlike your dick, it seems pretty useful (sorry had to). Kill it buddy, I mean you even managed to make a trip to Redrock, one of the dirtiest places on earth look divine. You have a season pass to all my weddings, believe that.

DerDer- What the fuck is there to say? strawberry fields forever comes to mind. The world is your playground. Every time my inner child pokes its head out it is instantly dwarfed by yours. You have a way of making everything fun and hilarious. And before living with you I wasn't aware that you did EVERYTHING for Matt! We have shared a room now for a while, and even though i occasionally had to crawl through that absurdly disgusting love nest of nudity to get down to the floor, watching you swing your dick in circles at landon, no homo, was worth every moment. My only advice, wear some damn shoes, know who else didn't wear shoes?? Jesus, what happened to him??? Exactly.

Race- My god, what is there not to say, those Cancer Legs are outlandish, never seen a man squat so much and look so weird with his knee highs at the gym. I admit there was a day where I made a point to make you the butt of every joke. And the thing i respect the most is your laughing disposition knowing it was all in good fun. You are funny, smart, and moderately unsettling around girls, but thats why we love you. I love watching you step your game up, and one of the only people who applies the ridiculous stories I tell to his game instantly. Remember the back doors always open, if at first you knock, and there is no answer, just add another finger...hahaha

Reg- The glue that held this house together, your east coast pollack ways kept this house in working order. Dealing with rent, and all other things no body else would touch. Your business savy and super personable. I know your gone also, if only for a quarter, but i wish you luck in Florida. Watch out though, chocolate doesn't melt out there. I know we'll keep in touch and lets get this 'cause' going, though it is 100% your idea i intend on riding your coattails to the top. See you soon.

Lando- Thursdays at Tonic wouldn't be the same without you on the lights. I have to admit your blaring remixes at times had me looking for a place to dump the body, but overall will pay off. Keep it up and I'll make sure to look into a Nike deal for you, if DJ clue got one, why can't DJ LAndon?? we need to work on that name.

Beef- Your the best bro, nicest guy I have ever met, the heart the size of...(insert random large object here). Always down to talk sports and willing to lend an Ear...thanks for the shout out in your goodbye note along with the SNUS for my B-day... If there ever comes a day where I can help, you know I'm there. Good luck with accounting, sounds miserable.

Last but not least Loopy- what the fuck can i say? it took me almost 2 months to realize you were serious. Every time i thought you were messing with me, you weren't, you were just you. I still stick to my theory that your a genius and every time you lose your phone or misplace a Mac while taking a dump (still don't get that one) its just a social experiment. If/When i do go to jail, and the county tries to give me some public defender, I'll pick up my phone, call Matts and ask for you. I think in a court the judge would be so shocked you would just win. If the life of law falls through, do something noble, but for the love of god nothing with children, they are our future...and so help me god if you mess with the future I will rain hell down upon thee....


Its now 11pm I have a final in 9 hrs I am not ready for, if I left anyone out, its not personal...its business... Thanks a lot for the memories guys and I can't wait to see where the next stage in my life brings me, but when I go, just know I'm brining you all with me... Until next time... GuzzNa$ty oooooouuuutttttt!!!! See you later UCSB




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