| Excluding Friday's question, it's been over two years since I've even looked at this old thing. I'm way surprised it's still here. If anyone I haven't talked to in a while sees this, then:
http://livingxthexlife.livejournal.com
http://www.myspace.com/_hottryan
Those are better ways to get ahold of me.
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I could feel the fire warm my face and arms as I joined the circle around it.
The music from my car was blaring, and combined with the trickle of Turkey Creek
behind me and the dozen or so voices talking at once created a somewhat surreal atmosphere.
The stars shone bright in the sky, but the moon wasn't visible from it's place behind
the trees. The trees that rose all around, blocking us from the world. Tonight we were in
paradise. Brook Hollow was aptly named; a nice-sized clearing in the middle of a forest, right on
the bank of the creek. I had been there before, a few times, but never with this many people.
It was an accident, technically. The size of the gathering. It was supposed to be about five or six of
us, but then there were three guys there already who had a fire going, and then a some of
their friends showed up too. I knew some of them, but not extremely well. I had been to
one's house before to pick up some bud, and then another of them was in my driver's ed. class last year.
One of the girls was in my life management class last year, I think, and then one of the guys was in chorus
last year, too. There were bowls and j's being passed all around, and the other group had some beers,
but they didn't really offer, and no one wanted to ask. We had to be home early anyway. I had to have
the car in by eleven. Note to self: I need my own ride. The tension faded soon, though, no one
was really shy. It wasn't like we had anything to hide, anyway. I probably would have been
a bit more outgoing if I had had my own sack, but I was dry as hell. Always having weed while working one day a week and having to pay a sixty dollar cell phone bill every month isn't exactly easy. Anyway.
The fire was at a nice size by now. I've always loved staring into a fire. There's so much to see, if
you just look. My amazement with the flame didn't leave much room for conversing. And actually,
I think I said about five words to the "other" group the whole night. None of them remembered me,
I don't think, unless they were just as dazed as I was. Doesn't really matter. There wasn't any
wind, just a faint breeze now and then; the weather was perfect. I closed my eyes, opened them,
and for the first time realized that I really did love my life. I don't know how I could have ever
though of leaving everyone, everything. All of this. It's going to be very hard... when the time comes.
"and we'll all just float on..." |
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Now that I'm sane again...
Why would anyone sXe buy a lighter that's only
good for lighting cigarettes?
http://www.interpunk.com/item.cfm?Item=87537&
funny stuff |
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