Broadstreet

Sometimes The Boys Who Should Be Your Best Friends

Become Strangers With Familiar Faces

i used to live in a big house with a bunch of my friends. when i say a bunch i mean like six. it was a very big house.

now i have my own house (sorta) and i live with my girlfriend. i like my space and privacy, but there are times that i miss being able to walk out my door and someone be awake doing something.

i guess i am writing this post because this past weekend (4th of july) one of my good friends came home for the weekend and i didn't even make it down to see him. was i working? yes. was i tired? yes. could i have made time? yes. did i? no.

i don't know what happened between then and now. i'm not even sure if anything changed. well i do know what changed: families, moving away, disagreements, new ventures.

heres to the guys.