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[pineaaaapples]

Last summer, Matt and I went to this random party over on Allston Street with Jason and James and a whole bunch of climbing people, which was probably the funniest part because both of us were extremely against the concept of rock wall climbing for inexplicable, nonsensical reasons but anyways, it was a long walk over, and we were sharing my 40 of Nightflight, and the apartment was so far away and there was so much drunken confusion about where it was and who's place it was and what we were doing there and a keg was on the roof of the building it was at, and the whole party was on the roof. The view was pretty spectacular and I love roofs and views of Boston at night, especially when I'm inebriated. Matt and I just stood in the corner laughing and drinking and I filled up my 40 bottle with shitty keg I think maybe twice and we both got really drunk and we didn't talk to anyone else and that's what made it so great. We walked the long walk home, drinking the refilled 40, and I almost picked up these little white shelves that were sitting on the street corner, but Matt convinced me not to take them because of how far away from home we were. We talked about the times in our lives when we were the happiest and how loveless and mediocre life could be, but also how glad we were that two friends could get drunk while walking down the street, drinking from a brown paper bagged bottle. We got pepperoni slices at the place right next to Tonic and then we walked over to his place and we sat around a little bit longer discussing the brilliance of nostalgia and how good times seem to dazzle a little bit more as time goes by.

I think what I'm saddest about right now is the fact that I'm horrible at keeping in touch with people. If I were better at it, I don't think I'd be so sad about all of these comings and goings that will be happening in the next few months.