New Cities

One bad thing about moving to a new city: Friendwise, you start over at square one - the equivalent of Freshmen year of college, except, unlike college, where new students are all eager to meet other new people and learn important lessons about sexually transmitted diseases, everyone here already has friends, and couldn't care less about having an extra random guy hanging around.

So that's not too great, but I've managed to meet a good collection of interesting people in these parts so far, most of whom can be distinguished by the amount of hair they've got. Seriously. The range goes from mohawk (!yay!) to troll-doll-esque (in a good way, of course). If you're reading this, you probably know how bad I am with names. Also, you problem noticed how, for the first few weeks I knew you, I never once said your name because I was worried I would say the wrong one.

That's another thing I miss about having a good group of friends - it's really hard to establish a posse in this town. I mean, some nights, when the weather's nice, you really need to be able to make some calls and eventually end up downtown, on the roof of an abandoned building, with a few good friends and a fifth of whiskey. Or, in the woods roasting marshmallows. Or just walking until you run out of street. The important thing is numbers and trust.

See, it takes a good bit of time to get to the point where there's enough trust between you and a friend to break laws together. And it takes even longer to get roughly that same amount of trust with a good group of kids. And, longest of all is the amount of time it takes to convince people that responding to the random phone call will definitely lead to fun or at least interesting times.