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a new way of looking at... writings >> joe dobzynski jr. >> the keyring |
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11 o'clock ran around and i was locked out of my dorm. so out comes the keyring and i fumble for the key of entry. it's hidden within the folds of countless keychains. keychains that i have picked up along the way. the notre dame leprechaun with the screw up his ass to show how i was screwed by the final exam. the native american leather keychain with the red and blue beads that seems to alternate in a pattern unknown to me. the golden 'j' to represent my name. the golden '96' to represent my graduation. a sequin keychain given to my from my sister who wanted me to remember the day. the six flags keychain to remember a day when i went on the big drop and shockwave and lots more. the makeshift keychain of the blowtube i got for that hilarious day i got caught drinking. each of these keychains is a memory, and as time goes on and the memory fades, the keychain deterorates and the memory is lost. and all the keychains decorate a ring with only my keys on it. |