I will gladly pay you Tuesday for a blogment today...

When I was writing about the friendship circle involving CyberD, Dagromm and Gyuss it got to thinking about how many friends I had in college that I do not talk to anymore.

One of the guys that I hung out with, I haven't spoken to since my second semester of grad school, he moved to H-Town and out of my life forever.

Another person we'll call Ad-Roc moved to Cow Town and then to the mountains of Colorado to live out his dream of restoring pianos, my jealousy of him is overwhelming. I have never thought about being a craftsman, but restoring pianos is quirky enough that I might have actually enjoyed it. I have refinished an antique desk that was my grandfathers and built some caddywompus shelves from scratch with no planning or measurement, other than that I am really lacking in the experience department for piano restoration. Consequently my friend hand made fly fishing rods, built the rig to do that and downloaded hours of hardcore pornography for me while we were in school together, what a great/talented guy. He had a bit of a temper though, one night when we were coming back from a raucous college party we ran into this girl he was dating and some other dude, Ad-Roc being a quick thinker focused all of his rage onto a tree instead of the guys face. He destroyed his hand and to this day you can see the effects of that night in front of the SUB. Of course he is also the guy that urinated on/in this one guys car in the parking lot, it was a convertible, because the guy had made some snide remarks in an English class Ad-Roc was taking and Ad-Roc was drunk enough to do something about it.

For all the excitement that he and I had, many of our hours of hanging out were spent on the front porch of his house on South Gribble. We were affectionately known as the two retired gentlemen in the CS department. People would come by and sit a while and leave while we rocked away in a couple of chairs that Ad-Roc had made in his spare time, discussing the fact that he thought Henry Rollins was better looking than the guy from Coldplay or I would hve to defned my stance that Dido did not have a gigantic head compared to the rest of her body. Once a guy on a bicycle did some sort of crazy trick and fell on the street in front of his house, of course we laughed at him. For some reason this made the guy walk up to us and ask for a beer, my friend obliged. The guy then proceeded to tell us that he just got out of prison and was trying to find Spanky's Private Club. We pointed him on his way and watched the somewhat inebriated felon teeter down the street. A day after that one of Ad-Roc's roommates car got broken into, she was not happy when we told her about our felonious friend, speculating that it might have been him. I still speak to Ad-Roc from time to time but not as much as we did in college, man do I miss those days...

Just Reminiscing,
Q