same thing everytime...it always seems to need what i'm not.

[grindmonkeh]

I just got back from a pancake indulgence at Denny's. I had Stephen King's From a Buick 8 in tow, but I ran into my old-friend Darton and his roommates as they arrived shortly after myself in a moderately drunken state. Darton sat down at my booth for a while and we made smalltalk about this and that before he eventually brought up the subject of Danny and Carolyn. It has been a year and two months since I have talked to them. Time is audacious. I think about them on occasion in the event that I've dreamt of them, which is not unoften. He mentioned that they ask about me almost every time he has gone to see them and that they think about me a lot. In light of the circumstance that lead to the pyre set upon that bridge, I think that had they not mutually broken communication we would still maintain a friendship. Burn it down. I can't help but think of the speech I gave as the best-man in their wedding, how sincere I had been when I wrote it, and how contradictory my decisions have been. I feel guilty that I couldn't call them and tell them how pissed off I was at them. Toss another log on the fire. Time is audacious. I don't know if I still speak their language or if they've learned another one. Darton suggested that I call them. I miss them sometimes...and other people...but never the lifestyle. Darton invited me to an alumni party at homecoming and I said that I'd try to make it...highly doubtful, I have new priorities. I'm content in that I've surrounded myself with better people and influences in their absence. Rekindle the ashes and set the water aflame. I'll turn away before the smoke clears and reiterate these thoughts again when I catch another glimpse, a shot across the blue, of the other side. Time is audacious and so is guilt.

We finished our conversation, joined his roommates at their table, ate, joked, and parted ways with a "hope to see you at the alumni party!" following behind me just within earshot. I've done enough looking back. My decisions have already been substantiated by hindsight with no abating or recourse.

There is no reason for nostalgia, Everything is still happening...

So many great lines, and at this I've taken a deep breath and joined the bridge in a bout of, "ooooooooo wooooooooooah oooooooooooo wooooooooaaaaaaaah ooooooooooooooo wooooooooooooah oooooooooooooo woooooooooooooah's." I almost forgot the !!!!'s. The oooooooo wooooaaah's like !!!!!'s.

You aaaaaaaaaaaaaare sooooooooooooooo beautifullllllllllll...