This too shall pass

It's so good that high school doesn't last forever. One of my very old friends from the time I was an exchange student, found me at our little downtown bar tonight. He knew me at the time when I really sucked in life. The word "rough" doesn't do justice to how bad my first semester as an exchange student was.

The dude who found me tonight wasn't exactly a part of the cool crowd either. Skinny little freshman with the 'Beatle' hair, cracking voice and bad jokes. Now he is a fucking hot tattoo artist who plays in a band, goes to college, and savors life with his awesome girlfriend.

Things change. It's good to know that there are always people to walk with you through the bad changes to see the good ones come in the end.