all grown up

we were bar hopping around old town last night and ran into an old friend.

emerson alumni
c/o 1998

shits been happening, as shit tends to do. it was friday night and i just needed a drink, well more than just a drink. i've been feeling a lot of the now-whats lately. i'm just eagerly waiting for the for something to happen, the next step, anything.

seeing phat again last night was good for the soul. it brought back a lot of good memories, and induced smiles, laughs and a good time. the alcohol might have helped a bit. but on the real, these guys play a part in the definition of me.