Two years.

In a week or two, it'll be exactly two years since I graduated from high school. That fact dawned on me over drinks with the mates last night. Maybe I'd just been a little on the toasty side, but I felt myself space out. I had a think. Life since then hasn't been perfect, but I wouldn't change a thing. I'm glad things have turned out like they have. I mean sure, the parents are a bit of a pain, uni is getting on a bit and boys-- well-- they're being the difficult fuckers that they always are. But, you know, it's all good.

In the dim light of the bar at PJ Gallagher's, I sat staring at my half-empty glass of Cooper's and retreated to the periphery. Only for a moment. Two years, I thought. And these people that were with me, my closest mates, are still around. I remember back then, having no idea about what laid ahead. Would the people I cared about still be around? Would I still be on the scene? What would change? What would stay the same? It was a daunting time, but in that carefree juvenile sort of way I just pushed it to the back of my mind where it lingered, a lot like dogshit that you haven't realised you've stepped in.

I suppose I still have no idea about the future but now, I think I can deal with it a little better. As much as things have changed, quite a lot of things have remained static, and there have been things that I've always known that I can come back to and regroup. But yes, I wouldn't do anything differently.

Also, Alex brought his cousin Andrew along. Drool. Hotness seems to run in the genes.


Listening to:
Title: Ask
Artist: The Smiths
Album/station: The Very Best of the Smiths (2001)
Length: 3.09