This is looking like a slow forum
The only guy who is my friend...I don't know him at all.
The person who invited me here...hasn't even looked at the journal. Perhaps, I'm not giving enough credit where credit is due. I haven't really written anything interesting enough to make comments yet.
I could document the game of Lord of the Rings RISK I played last night. LOL What was more interesting was that it was with three friends from high school who came over. None of us had much in common back in the day, but we've grown to at least have a passion for strategy games.
Mike is my brother. He was adopted by my grandmother's best friend and only two years older than me. When I moved to Indiana from South Carolina, his mother forced him to hang out with me. LOL We used to play a game where we would jump across disk swings attached to single ropes in the trees without touching the ground...pretending the person who had fallen off was eaten by sharks and/or crocodiles.
He attended Catholic school until the beginning of his seventh grade year. This made him a little bit of an outcast in middle school because he didn't know anyone from the public system, he was used to being told exactly what to do, and he ended up being a late bloomer. In fact, he didn't have a true growth spurt until he was 20. One day he came to visit me at college and he was taller. I was like, "Holy shit! What happened?" To this day I can still whoop 'im though. >;)
Jeff was Mike's friend in middle school. Jeff was large enough to come as a California Raisin for Halloween in the fifth grade. His costume was a black garbage bag and some white gloves. Tell me that's not a cool fifth grader. He is physicist but he's been working on his undergrad for almost ten years now....he graduated high school in 1995. (No shit) We hope he graduates at the end of 2004. LOL Jeff. Jeff has a bumper sticker on his car that reads: Warning: In case of Rapture, this car will be unmanned. He is pious but everyone thinks he's the biggest (in more ways than one) hippy they've ever met.
Finally is Joel. Perhaps the coolest cat I know. He's a firefighter. He was scraping burnt interstate casualties out of cars when we were still playing Nintendo and jacking off to the panty section of the Sears catalogue. This has made him very introspective and quiet...and devout. So many nights of him with his Rum and Cola and me with my Whisky Coke going back and forth about the whole Son-of-God-versus- spectacular-human argument have cemented our friendship. This guy used to edit video tape as a hobby when we wasn't performing his duties as an EMT back in the day. Now he has started an annual film festival tradition in our fair city.
So Jeff doesn't even drink caffeine. He has built his entertainment around worship and strategy. Mike and I party like rock stars. Joel drinks heavily when he gets the chance to not be on call, but he plays a lot of RISK in the fire house late night when there isn't any running around with sirens blaring to be done.
I've ten minutes to wind things up here before 5, so I'm gonna cut it off at this little waypoint before any plot begins to develop.
The person who invited me here...hasn't even looked at the journal. Perhaps, I'm not giving enough credit where credit is due. I haven't really written anything interesting enough to make comments yet.
I could document the game of Lord of the Rings RISK I played last night. LOL What was more interesting was that it was with three friends from high school who came over. None of us had much in common back in the day, but we've grown to at least have a passion for strategy games.
Mike is my brother. He was adopted by my grandmother's best friend and only two years older than me. When I moved to Indiana from South Carolina, his mother forced him to hang out with me. LOL We used to play a game where we would jump across disk swings attached to single ropes in the trees without touching the ground...pretending the person who had fallen off was eaten by sharks and/or crocodiles.
He attended Catholic school until the beginning of his seventh grade year. This made him a little bit of an outcast in middle school because he didn't know anyone from the public system, he was used to being told exactly what to do, and he ended up being a late bloomer. In fact, he didn't have a true growth spurt until he was 20. One day he came to visit me at college and he was taller. I was like, "Holy shit! What happened?" To this day I can still whoop 'im though. >;)
Jeff was Mike's friend in middle school. Jeff was large enough to come as a California Raisin for Halloween in the fifth grade. His costume was a black garbage bag and some white gloves. Tell me that's not a cool fifth grader. He is physicist but he's been working on his undergrad for almost ten years now....he graduated high school in 1995. (No shit) We hope he graduates at the end of 2004. LOL Jeff. Jeff has a bumper sticker on his car that reads: Warning: In case of Rapture, this car will be unmanned. He is pious but everyone thinks he's the biggest (in more ways than one) hippy they've ever met.
Finally is Joel. Perhaps the coolest cat I know. He's a firefighter. He was scraping burnt interstate casualties out of cars when we were still playing Nintendo and jacking off to the panty section of the Sears catalogue. This has made him very introspective and quiet...and devout. So many nights of him with his Rum and Cola and me with my Whisky Coke going back and forth about the whole Son-of-God-versus- spectacular-human argument have cemented our friendship. This guy used to edit video tape as a hobby when we wasn't performing his duties as an EMT back in the day. Now he has started an annual film festival tradition in our fair city.
So Jeff doesn't even drink caffeine. He has built his entertainment around worship and strategy. Mike and I party like rock stars. Joel drinks heavily when he gets the chance to not be on call, but he plays a lot of RISK in the fire house late night when there isn't any running around with sirens blaring to be done.
I've ten minutes to wind things up here before 5, so I'm gonna cut it off at this little waypoint before any plot begins to develop.