Mar. 24th, 2003
Memories...
Mar. 24th, 2003 02:30 pmI had a special group of friends when I was 15-17. I lived in a house with five guys. They were all older than me. I was like a mascot. We'd take acid and dissect the universe together. I remember Greg Tuve explaining Calculus to me (many many years before I actually sat in a class and learned it formally). Ralph Ramsey asking me question after question about women and how to understand them better. Jon Wilson getting so drunk he would forget we hadn't been dating for over a year and telling me how much he loved me before passing out. Alex going on and on about the dumbest stuff whenever he was stoned and everyone secretly smiling. Chris and I staying up all night talking about friendship and what it meant to us.
Then there were the regulars. Abbey, who just couldn't stop being hysterical and pathetic; Diane, who just couldn't stop being cutesey and oblivious; Jim Burke, who just couldn't stop drinking and pining; Nikki, my bestest friend who sometimes fit in and sometimes refused to
...and Jill: Mah blood.
....and David McBride: my first love.
I remember all the shit we did together; exploring abandoned buildings, dropping acid, watching Star trek, getting drunk, wandering around the city in the middle of the night, coupling sometimes here and there but never really maintaining a serious romance among any of us. Sometimes we had actual parties but most of the time it was just us all together in various combinations. That was when I was living on my own, away from my parents, with a job and money and everything. I felt so free... I could walk outside and go anywhere I wanted. I could leave at any time and not have to "check in" with anyone. Everyone loved me and I knew these people were "there" for me.
Years (decades) later, I realize a lot of things I couldn't at the time. I know things weren't as innocent and nice as they seemed at the time.
But you know... the memories I have are still true. The things I gained from those people are still with me.
Sometimes I wonder, does everyone have a group in their past like that?
Then there were the regulars. Abbey, who just couldn't stop being hysterical and pathetic; Diane, who just couldn't stop being cutesey and oblivious; Jim Burke, who just couldn't stop drinking and pining; Nikki, my bestest friend who sometimes fit in and sometimes refused to
...and Jill: Mah blood.
....and David McBride: my first love.
I remember all the shit we did together; exploring abandoned buildings, dropping acid, watching Star trek, getting drunk, wandering around the city in the middle of the night, coupling sometimes here and there but never really maintaining a serious romance among any of us. Sometimes we had actual parties but most of the time it was just us all together in various combinations. That was when I was living on my own, away from my parents, with a job and money and everything. I felt so free... I could walk outside and go anywhere I wanted. I could leave at any time and not have to "check in" with anyone. Everyone loved me and I knew these people were "there" for me.
Years (decades) later, I realize a lot of things I couldn't at the time. I know things weren't as innocent and nice as they seemed at the time.
But you know... the memories I have are still true. The things I gained from those people are still with me.
Sometimes I wonder, does everyone have a group in their past like that?