The Return Of Machine

There are many things that people get excited about. They can be as simple as a change in the season, winning at some sort of game, or even accomplishing a goal that you have set.
When I was young I used to get excited about stuff like summer break, or getting a new car. I mean getting some play from a chick is a huge stroking of the ego.
But it is not as much when the play you are getting from this particular female happens 3-4 times a week. You are used to it.
Little things interest kids, like fireworks, Great America, toys etc. As we grow up it gets to be other shit.
Unlike many people in world I make it a priority to keep up with my friends not matter what happens to them. I was talking with my father one day and I noticed how few people he spoke to from his younger years. I mean he still knows them , but he doesn't see them and call them regularly. Whether through business, moving around, starting a family, changing careers, there are probably a million reasons why people grow apart. I am fortunate enough to still know and speak to many of the people that I went to grammar and high school with. The friendships that people form during their developmental years are very important. During that time you weed out the shady characters and keep around the ones who generally want nothing else from you other than your time and friendship.
I look forward to seeing them when it's been a long time apart and we hang out like time was never lost. But we all know that it was. Things change, people move, relatives die, people have kids, lose jobs, buy homes, get shot, get mugged, get whooped, and even get locked up. Life is funny and nobody knows how their story is going to turn out. I believe any particular series of events that happen in any particular order ultimately determine the outcome of any random event in our lives.
After being in a car accident I remember thinking, "why the fuck didn't I just turn down the other street?" Or had I not been speeding I would have arrived at the scene of where the accident occurred later and maybe it would have been someone else's car. Any series of events can determine anything.
This brings me to Machine.
Machine is coming home. Machine is my friend. I care about his well being and generally don't want anything from him other than his time and hanging out and shit. Over the years he has moved, I have moved he, he moved back, I moved again. Then we didn't hang out for a long time and when we did it was like time was never lost.