Never Enough - By Ashley Johnson Page 0,2

the south, believe you can eat it anytime of the year. I loved that man.

I spent the majority of my time there at The Lounge making drinks, drinking drinks, or singing karaoke. Music is what keeps my head straight. Call it my drug of choice or whatever you want; it puts my mind at ease. People may think that sounds absurd but I don’t judge them for what makes them happy. I only drink and listen to music, it’s not like I’m out selling my body and doing drugs. Trust me I could be doing a lot worse than what I am. I was a big fan of 80's music, 90's music too, I mean I could listen to anything and be content. Rock, pop, country...you name it, I listened to it and sang it, and it soothed my soul. I think that is one good quality I got from my Mom. I remember being a kid and her always blasting music videos on MTV when they actually played music. I loved music from that point and on. We used to sing and dance in the kitchen; I think back smiling at those good times. Lord knows there aren’t any more of those. Maybe it was just supposed to be a sort of ploy when Dad left, either way it became my soul mate. It always seemed to find the words that I couldn’t always come out with. At least I can thank her for my love of music; at least she did something right with me. She didn’t screw up entirely.

I had dropped out of college because I could no longer concentrate on my studies. I was lucky that I was able to finish high school and graduate somewhat at the top of my class. My grades had started suffering and I had let it consume my life. I really had to buckle down and study to pass my finals my senior year. School had always come easily to me, it was crazy how one thing could happen and just throw everything way out of whack. So what if I was making the biggest mistake of my young life by being a college dropout. Lots of people do it when they realize they just don’t belong there. I wanted to belong there; I just wasn’t ready like I wanted to be. I’m only 23 and besides, I have the security of a family owned business. College was always an option for the future if I decided to go back, I always told myself that. I hadn’t completely shut the idea out.

I share an apartment with my best friend Halley Moore. She was 21 and absolutely one of my favorite people in the world. We met when I attempted to go to college. We had exchanged numbers before our first semester when we discovered we would be roommates so we would have an idea of who each other was when school started. That was bound to save us from the awkward first meeting. We started off rooming together in the dorm and then we decided to get an apartment together off campus after I withdrew myself and she just drove to school until she graduated. Originally I was going to move in with Gary but Halley convinced me to just move in with her off campus and since we had bonded so much and I thought of her as the sister I never had, I was more than happy to move our friendship from a dorm to an apartment. I loved that girl. We had many good times under our belts in the past few years. Besides my Uncle Gary, she was the only other person who knew my story.

Our apartment wasn’t anything fancy. It was the average run of the mill two bedroom one bathroom apartment. It was perfect for us, way much more room than the dorm we shared. We split everything in half as far as bills go. We tried our best to compromise on decorations in the living room, but honestly we were never really in their long enough to pay attention to any of it. I could tell you that our couch is tan and a little lumpy to sit on, I try not to have to be the one who suffers through it. Our recliner is much more comfortable, probably the best thing we’ve bought so far. Our walls are a medium brown and Halley insisted on a few pictures of us then a