Tephan.Is.On.Fire

Want to know a sad truth?

These friends, the ones to the right of me.
The ones, that I grew up with.
The ones, I trusted my life with.
The ones, I have memories of.
These friends, are no longer in my life.

A small part of me, regrets moving to Springfield.
A small part of me, regrets that I have lost touch with these friends.
It’s sad to say, the majority of my friends in Springfield can’t fill the void like these three individuals did.  These friendships were strong, and I thought we’d all eventually live together.  But we all grew up, we all went our seperate ways.  I get begged to come back home, to see all of my childhood friends.  But I can never find the want or need to come home.  A small part of me, doesn’t want to relive old memories.  My mind gets clouded every time I go home, with false hopes of happiness that was ONCE there.  Just for once in my life, I wish I could see all these people again.  To bullshit over a can of soda and cigarette smoke filled room.  Hell, even a few rounds of pool at Whitey’s.  I had some of the best times of my life in Hamilton, and most definitely some of the worse.

I will eventually see you all again, this I am sure.  I just wish I could take a week to come home and cause havoc in that small town.  Do the things I enjoyed, do the things I loathed.  Just once, I would like to make this come true.

Just once.

I miss the old gang.  Coddeh, Robbeh, Miller, Yarbrough, The Spic, Timmeh G, and the Newb.  I have more memories than there are words in this post.  I would give anything, just to see them all again.

Just once.