And now the state line felt like the Berlin Wall
So some friends and I used to hang out with this group of people. I was like the newest addition to the group, so they all knew eachother pretty well. There was this guy we knew. Well, I kinda knew him. I only met him once and when I did he was too messed up to remember my name, so that's why when he died, overdosed, a week later I wasn't really freaked out. I didn't go to the funeral or anything because I would seem out of place. I hardly knew him. Shortly after that we kind of weened ourselves off of those people for various reasons, some obvious, some not. We graduated, went to school and tried to create new lives somewhat while they were still living the same ones in Cobb County.
When we talked about those people we used to hang out with it was always, "Did you hear what happened?" Somebody had always done something rediculous and boy were we glad we weren't involved in it. They were crazy. We had gotten out. That's how we saw it. We had escaped what their lives were and ours were destined to be if we didn't follow through with all the big life plans everybody makes for themselves.
Now Thomas. It's not like we were the best of friends but I spent many a night listening to him ramble about Lexi into the wee hours of the morning. He was a drinking buddy for about two years? Longer for all of the others.
I'm not devastated yet because I still can't picture it being real. It's like a joke or something. Like when I go to Lexi's tonight he's gonna be there laughing like, "Just kidding! Gotcha! Can't believe you fell for that! Want a beer?"
When we talked about those people we used to hang out with it was always, "Did you hear what happened?" Somebody had always done something rediculous and boy were we glad we weren't involved in it. They were crazy. We had gotten out. That's how we saw it. We had escaped what their lives were and ours were destined to be if we didn't follow through with all the big life plans everybody makes for themselves.
Now Thomas. It's not like we were the best of friends but I spent many a night listening to him ramble about Lexi into the wee hours of the morning. He was a drinking buddy for about two years? Longer for all of the others.
I'm not devastated yet because I still can't picture it being real. It's like a joke or something. Like when I go to Lexi's tonight he's gonna be there laughing like, "Just kidding! Gotcha! Can't believe you fell for that! Want a beer?"