1:54 AM
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Driving up to Niagara seemed like half an hour. We talked about the past, the jokes and about life. We're both turning 30 and we still haven't figured life out yet. I'm completely pleased that he and I are still friends after 13 years.
We arrived at Niagara and I was pretty disappointed that I let my vice control me. I didn't even stop after losing my shirt. There was a guy who was dropping $300 per hand. Wtf? What do these people do for a living? He was loud and he mumbled words with a thick Chinese accent. It more fun watching him scream "Tie" and "Dealer in the game" in every hand. After all that, we drove home and though I wanted to sleep, we started talking about things didn't have an answer to. It's the kind of conversation not one single person or a million person could give a perfect answer to. The ultimate answer only laid on ones mind and actions. It's a question of why and what. I got home safe and sound and the conversation I had was very intriguing. It's the sort of thing that makes me respect that person.
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