Models and Mortals
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Heroin For Nate! I loved high school…and middle school…and elementary school for that matter. Throughout my entire schooling career I have enjoyed myself. I always hear about people who hated their high school or middle school experience, they were made fun of, or they were picked on, or left out, or lonely, etc etc. I guess I’m lucky or something, but I just never had one of those moments in school. So, I had a lot of friends when it came time to head off to college at good ole’ WKU. Now, when I came here, I came with a grand total of four other students from my high school…yeah…pretty much everyone else went to UK and UL; I don’t blame them, they’re both great schools. Anyways, several of my friends I haven’t seen since I left high school, and I really miss seeing them. So, here’s why last night blew my mind. I’ve been in Louisville for the past couple nights to see family and attend my sisters graduation. Luckily, one of my old friends from school was in town for her birthday, I haven’t seen her in a couple years and we planned on going out that night with another high school friend, so that was awesome to start. We head to a bar called Molly Malone’s, a huge place with live music and a very large patio out back. I’m enjoying myself immensely and taking in the scenery of the bar. I take a look to my right and see one of my two best friends, Andrew. Holy Shit! Andrew and I talk a lot, but we haven’t hung out in a few months, and bumping into each other was fucking great. Then I look around, and see 5 more friends from my past…my mind is spinning. I haven’t seen some of these people in years. I was so excited I couldn’t contain myself. It felt like there was heroin coursing through my veins and I was loving every second of it. The entire upper level of the patio was populated with old friends of mine, I must have seen 15 people that I haven’t seen in at least 3 years, and some even longer than that. Each time a new person showed up I got another little injection of heroin in my veins, it was amazing. Finally I realized I had seen everyone who was there, but I couldn’t help but keep peering around, hoping to see someone I missed. I was like a little junkie or something. The entire night felt like a surprise party someone threw for me, or a tiny high school reunion, just for me. I’ve learned that friendship for me is just like a powerful, addictive , and wonderful drug, and I don’t want to go a day without it. A wise person once said that “friends are the family that you get to choose”. They were definitely right. WANT MORE?
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