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I find myself reminiscing about the old times…back before I had to look up and be an adult. Back when I thought I had it bad. Back when it was just me and my friends, doing what we do best. Back before people moved out on their own, back when the only thing in life to worry about was how to win at Magic. Ah, those days…took them for granted one to many times. Now nothing but just a memory, gone like dust in the wind. I would give anything to have those days back. I remember when Brett thought me to write poetry. We were sitting up in his bedroom in that trailer in porter circle, on my laptop, as a matter a fact I still have the folder. Hasn’t moved, its been there for four years, still titled, “Writing on the Wall.” I also remember the first time that Scott and I hung out, that was fun, and the first time that me and Keith hung out…that was forever ago, also fun. I’m just trying to hang on to the past, but it left me along time ago. The days are no more. One thing remains though, our friendship, and the common goals. I thought I was rid of depression, but as I read this, and remember the good times I get more and more depressed. I also found that through it all one thing has NEVER changed, the fact that all of us Brett, Keith, Scott, and Me, we always are and always will be friends, because in the end nothing else matters