Every time I go to The Black Cow I can’t help but getting a little nostalgic. Looking back, those days really were some of the best of my life. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty happy with the way things are going right now and I don’t really have many complaints, but that was the apex of my carefree times. I was surrounded by my best friends, wasn’t in debt, basically free of responsibility, no rent, and no commute. I was living the life, and of course I had no idea.
Now my friends are spread across the globe: (going north to south) Portland, Boston, New York, Oakland, Wilmington, and Sydney. I never see the few that are around because we’re all so goddamned busy. Believe me I’m not getting mopey or complaining, I’m really just speaking out of fondness. I’m just so glad to have made such good friends, even if we don’t get to see each other much it doesn’t really change a thing.