I'm trying to write more. Like once every couple of days. So far...it's been kind of a struggle.

But right now i think what my heart needs most is to laugh. A lot and a loudly. 

To remember the moments that gave me laugh lines instead of a furrowed brow 

and to drink so good drinks and play cribbage or some other game. 

and reminisce and to hear stories my friends tell stories. I like hearing about what people remember. The stories they choose to tell to people who weren't there. How the choose to capture the feeling they felt for all of us hearing it for the first time.

Being a part of someone's first time (no, not sexually but then again....that too) is sacred ground as is being present for someone to share a memory that is vivid and memorable enough to be recounted.

In that they're offering a piece of themselves. An open hand, as it were, for you to grab on. Making it a memory that you'll share a laugh or tears over.

So...i guess i just want to grab hands, make some memz, and drink a good drink. but not enough drinks that it makes me want to smoke a clove. or hooka.

but then again....maybe.