Who here knows how to set a mood?

Madcap with These Old Feelings does!
Well gents here goes nothing.
I started my photo album today because I demanded taking pictures in a photo booth at the mall. On that page I flattened a flower that was in the vase on my kitchen counter. While looking for heavy things to flatten it down I stumbled upon my Sophomore yearbook.
Let me tell you there's nothing that can make you remember good times like a good signing in a yearbook. I got to reading all the comments. Ya know, from the people that sign awkwardly and just write something cliche like "See you next year..." or "Have a good summer", from the people who are trying desperately hard to be your friend and write things like "OMG so I'm so glad I met you this year, really. Let's hang out over summer! Keep in touch! Text me! My number is 602-plz-call", then there's writing that are at least a page long of all tiny hand writing from your best friends. The ones where all the sentences start with "Dude do you remember that time when..." or "I can't believe when you..."

And that's when it really hit me.
Fuck the people that couldn't easily write me a novel of our adventures. The only people that can pull that shit off are real friends, the kind that can look at you and have conversation without opening their mouths, the kind that have the parents that just expect you to be at their house, the kind that you can dance in front of just as comfortably as if you were alone. THAT is real goddamn friendship people. Fuck the party friends that only know the drunk you. Fuck the people that you have to ask a month in advance to hang out with. Fuck the people that don't even want to be your friend. That shit doesn't matter. And I'm gonna remember that from now on. I'm gonna make things the way they always should've been. Me, my best friend, our dream, and some crazy shit inbetween.

God it feels good to say that.
Well that's all I've got.

Peace out home boy...that's what I always say.
-B.M.