I remember when...

I've hit an all new low, even for me. The picture on the left is a random picture I found on MySpace, I don't even remember who it is, but I laughed my ass off when I saw it. Look at the guy in the background, he's fucking TRASHED. This is what it's come to. Faced with a degree of isolation and loneliness I never imagined, I'm forced to live my life through the internet. As sad as it is, the picture takes me back to the days when I had no cares and more often than not, I was really high. I remember smoking pot every night and then sneaking into the food closet where my roommates kept their food, and closing the door and eating cookies in the dark whilst my roommmates watched tv in the next room, blissfully unaware. I remember coming home from work to see my best friend Misha sitting on the couch, still in his shirt and tie from work, with a still smoking bong on the floor beside him, eating dry iced tea powder out of the can. When confronted, he replied, "It's so dry." I miss him. I remember driving around high as a kite on a sunny summer day and thinking that life couldn't get any better. It's too bad that I didn't appreciate the good times until after they were gone. I guess that's human nature, but in these days of working long hours and long days spent away from home, you really come to realize that life is what you make it and to appreciate the good times you have. That's easier said than done when you're only home a few days out of the month and the time that you do spend at home never seems like quality time. I always feel as though I waste half of the time I'm back sleeping from partying too much. I guess that's the gig I signed up for though, perhaps in the winter it will be better as I won't feel like I'm missing much, what with the patios closed and hopefully Tapper will no longer be a bad influence. Well I'm rambling, I see that now, I guess that's all.