I can see from my tracking map that I have had a few visitors to my site. And yet, nothing I have written about has inspired anyone to comment. Kinda sucks nutz a little. Oh well, I really am writing this more for catharsis than anything else.
Until Next Time...
6.29.2006
6.28.2006
An Old Friend
I decided tonight to add a friend on my Myspace page. Moments later, I received a message from this friend asking where I was and what I was up to. And at this moment, I have just gotten off of a 46 minute phone call with him.
Kyle was one of my closest friends in Wichita Falls, while I was at school. I can't even explain why he meant so much to me. Our friendship was one that consisted equally of heavy nights of drinking and of deep conversations. Of sport events and movies. Of beer pong and road trips. But when I told him that I was going to be leaving Wichita Falls, our friendship came to an abrupt halt. It was one of the more saddening aspects of my time at Midwestern State University.
In our conversation, Kyle shared that he was moving to Dallas soon and that he was going to be attending UNT in the fall. The phone call broached topics of religion, politics, work, relationships and mutual admiration. Though I could probably fault Kyle for abandonment, I can't help but feel the same feeling he expressed that I attempted contact with him. I feel blessed that we spoke to one another. I feel blessed that our friendship might continue on and in a new and different direction.
Life is funny sometimes.
Until Next Time...
Kyle was one of my closest friends in Wichita Falls, while I was at school. I can't even explain why he meant so much to me. Our friendship was one that consisted equally of heavy nights of drinking and of deep conversations. Of sport events and movies. Of beer pong and road trips. But when I told him that I was going to be leaving Wichita Falls, our friendship came to an abrupt halt. It was one of the more saddening aspects of my time at Midwestern State University.
In our conversation, Kyle shared that he was moving to Dallas soon and that he was going to be attending UNT in the fall. The phone call broached topics of religion, politics, work, relationships and mutual admiration. Though I could probably fault Kyle for abandonment, I can't help but feel the same feeling he expressed that I attempted contact with him. I feel blessed that we spoke to one another. I feel blessed that our friendship might continue on and in a new and different direction.
Life is funny sometimes.
Until Next Time...
6.27.2006
'cid or candy?
That's the question that was asked of me. My answer led to truly the best $20 I ever spent. I had written a short page after finishing 'Songs of the Doomed' by Hunter S. Thompson last August. I realize now that page and its' contents were so far off the mark of his experiences.
The only thing I will do differently next time is have some way to record my thoughts. Either a journal or digital voice recorder. I understand now how Aaron Sorkin was so creative with his fungi.
The only thing I will do differently next time is have some way to record my thoughts. Either a journal or digital voice recorder. I understand now how Aaron Sorkin was so creative with his fungi.
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