When a staff member would leave straight atlanta, they would have these "goodbye raps". The staff member would play a song on guitar like Country Roads, or Cats in the Cradle, or Dan Fogelberg music, or something really that was designed to get the tears... and it worked! The entire group would come unglued as these staff members poured out their guts in this "campfire setting" and bade their last farewells. Hell, even I cried and I don't cry easy. A couple of times I had to make myself cry just to fit in though. I mean, I didn't really know these people, so what was all the fuss.
But man, it was like a mass overwhelming orgy of grief, spiked with a hyper-sentimentality, that skated that razor edge of pure bullshit ever so carefully like a professional tightrope walker! We would get so attatched to these staff members because we weren't allowed to have "real friends" that occur naturally in a natural environ. So, all we had were these flashes in the pan with strangers, these new artificially inseminated relationships, that were so interactive and loud, and when BOOM, they up and get a real paying job... it was all over for us, we were beside ourselves, hysterically crying because now even our PSEUDO-friends were being stolen away from us! ::drummer::
