When i'm tired I reminisce

I've been up since 530 this morning. It's 1140 now. This weekend with Joe was great, it reminded me a lot of being back home. Things just fell back into how they used to be which was weird considering it had been quite a while since I had hung out with joe on a regular basis. But now, now I'm tired. I've been reading all day. My war wounds are highlighter hands. Fucking covered in neon yellow. My eyes are getting blurry. I didn't eat a very good dinner-left over hamburgers sans bun, and that's it. I worked my ass off at the gym like I was punishing myself for something. I'm sore already. Nights like this, when I'm down to the last scraps of energy i've got- i tend to reminisce about old times, remember friends. It's nice to fall asleep with thoughts of the great people you've left behind. The memories aren't really sad anymore, they make me laugh out loud sometimes. At school, I mostly listen to stories of drunken nights told by my fellow law students because few people would believe a lot of the ones I've got. A couple:

• Ending up with Angie and Brent at some random guys hot tub, wasted and getting really creeped out when he refused to give us towels and really didn't want us to leave.
• Getting in a fight with a bouncer freshmen year-Tim, Andy and I would've gotten our asses handed to us had the cops not come and saved us.
• Cake fight.
• Driving around Athens looking for Andy's car that he drunkenly crashed into a ditch.
• Fighting in a giant blow up boxing ring with giant blow up boxing gloves.
• Driving Justin to the hospital after he got his head cracked open with a pint glass.
• Serving an ungodly amount of Jaggerbombs at Angies going away party, and watching the sun come up, buzzed and exhausted from a crazy 12 hour shift.
• Trivia nights in general, but especially those with Dave and Jamie.
• Borrowing beer on Sunday nights
• Crazy weird parties that always seemed to end up at Angie's on Sunday nights.

I've heard Locos isn't the same. It's not because I left, it's because a lot of people left. I don't know if I hate the idea that the place isn't like it used to be or if it makes me secretly and selfishly happy. I hope that people in the future can experience the same kind of friendships, craziness, and pseudo relationships I did. It sounds bad, but nothing has taught me what that place did. Nothing has made me behave more reprehensibly, nothing has made me in the end a better person, nowhere has developed as much a work ethic as that place did in me, and nothing taught me about how to talk to people, confront people, and care about people like that place did. I hate some of the stuff I did there, but I love that I worked there. Like I've always said, working at Locos was the best and worst decision of my life.