let me tell you what it's like out here tonight. we're all in the backyard with beers and a nights worth of one-upsmanship, telling stories and lies side by side like homes in the suburbs, so close that it didn't matter which was which, and by around 10 o'clock, we'd talked enough to be horse and drank enough to be dumb, so we climbed back into the living room and poured out the door, down the hall 'like a herd of goddamn buffalo' as my neighbor says, and when we ran by his door on the way out we banged and yelled and shouted his name. out on the street, with no idea where we were going, we ran there.
we fuck up, and i still find reason after reason to believe in my friends' maybe we won't change the world like we planned, but we march down this road to hell together, full of good intentions, raising glasses and singing loud. it's easier to see the beginnings of things, and harder to see the ends, but at the end of the day, we all just need someone to believe in. my friends are my estate, and i get by with more help from them than they'll ever know.