I think I've mentioned before that I've struggled my whole life to find a definition of the word "friend" that I can understand. I mean, really deep down. I use the word casually when referring to practically anyone I know. But really, I only think of a few people that I'd consider actual friends. It doesn't even really matter. People are people and we all have our own lives; sometimes they overlap. Sometimes I expect far too much from people I call friends, but I don't give out the same in return (because I'm a bad person). Other times, I don't expect anything. Things are better then. I just talk and have fun and am not disappointed when things don't go the way I'd wish. Although I enjoyed last night, perhaps we were never friends. Or maybe friendship the way I understand it doesn't exist.

Last year I moved pistolwhip to another location and lost my first post.