My home friends

I second (third?) the obsession with the blog. I have a job with high-speed internet and two monitors, the second of which rotates between ESPN.com and this. Please post more often, especially between the hours of 11am and 5pm EST, so I can pay even less attention to work than I do currently.

And now, a quick anecdote on how far I have drifted apart from my high school friends. I went out with a bunch of them last night, bar hopping for a few hours. We went back to a kid's house and I ended up in a room with 6 to 7 people, 3 of which were my best friends growing up. We're talking inseparable from 8 to 18, my absolute closest friends in the world. So one of them reaches into his closet and pulls out a full pound of marijuana, which was exactly 10,000x as much weed as I'd ever seen at one time (picture a medium-sized pillowcase completely stuffed with it). This doesn't shock me anymore, as I already knew he was the premiere drug dealer for my 4000-person high school. I chat with a friend for a few minutes, and eventually a massive blunt makes its way around the circle towards me. I didnt really feel like smoking, but figured I'd have one hit and call it a night. I'm raising it to my lips when I hear "Oh! Joel! Just so you know, there's opium in that..." Needless to say I passed.

Just a small change from my social life at school... I miss you all quite a bit. Keep on posting...