:: For the past week my oldest friend has been crashing at my place. He just spent a year living up in Inuvik (North West Territories) and will be shortly heading out to BC. Yup, this is the friend I crashed with in Langley…we’ve known each other since we were 7.
Whenever he comes back home to visit, the old crew will get together. The dudes will give their babies to their wives, barbecue a lot of meat, sip some craft brews, and usually set something on fire.
Tonight was great, it always is. Especially when the silly stories end (usually around midnight) and we start to really share about our lives, One thing that will never change though; with this group I’ll always be the goofy little guy. It’s okay, my opinion just never really gets heard. That’s not a negative…it just helps me really appreciate all the people in my life right NOW that take the time out of their lives to ask me questions, seek my guidance, or just listen to me :)
:: And finding people that are just as done with our society as I am.