The Drunk Rocks

There were several clandestine locations at Thomas Aquinas College where one could go off campus to drink. Some, like the Pit, hearkened from the early days of the school, while others, like Mupu, were of more modern invention. The Drunk Rocks, in particular, was developed as a drinking spot during my time at TAC, in part due to the sudden and much-lamented demise of the Pit. It was a pleasant enough place, about half a mile from campus, with a stream running nearby and countless large, smooth river rocks that served as makeshift chairs. Most nights, one could find any combination of campfires, Irish ballads, philosophical arguments, and the like. Perhaps it was the lack of inhibitions or the unconscious mixing of students from all different grade levels, or perhaps other things, but one way or another, everyone who ever drank off campus would tell you that their best conversations happened in places like the Drunk Rocks.


The Drunk Rocks

Stones to sit on,
bottles to drink,
time to spare,
and thoughts to think.

Then bottles run dry,
while stones turn cold,
and we are still young,
but our thoughts, they grow old.