You know I'm training to be a cage-fighter!
Some recent events have caused me to remember the ‘good-ol’ days. Reminiscing about high-school/early college and the posse I hung out with. There were 7 of us; sometimes we’d have people who would hang out with us for maybe, months at a time, girlfriends who would have to put up with us, but for the most part it was just us. Those were good times. The best times of my life were with them, in that house, in that truck…or firebird. Going up to Ice House, going skateboarding, watching free WWF PPVs, picking on Andrew. I still try and hang out with them, not as much as I should, though, I know that I haven’t been the coolest of friend to them but I’ll never have friends like that again. It’s those years that make it hard for me to believe that life will be better than that in Heaven.