The Water's Gonna Rise

Sentell and I had known each other for awhile before we actually became friends. He and I were pretty much that guy over there to each other for awhile for junior year. Actually, he was that guy who was bleeding from his face after his car accident to me, during junior year.

2001.

Sentell and I were both in Music Theory in our senior year. Music Theory at this level consisted of a lot of things we already knew since we'd been in band so long and some things that were kinda neat. It also gave us a chance to hang out with our band friends for a class period a day under the guise of learning. The assistant band director taught the class and it was a lot more laid back than a standard band practice. He used a lot of candid life examples to stress points in this setting.

That being said, we also had more time to chat. One day, during a horrible rain storm, with flooding as we are prone to, we were comparing stories. Jakubis went into a long example of how his car got flooded in the last great flood. He drew diagrams and all.

Sentell turned to me afterward and said, "As I was floating down 517 this morning, I thought to myself ..." I cannot remember what he said after, but he had started saying it when I realized what he said to start his story.