Pure Ecstasy

See, all you dope fiends probably had your hopes up this blog was about some mind altering drugs. Wrong. 

It's about ecstasy is terms of pure delight and joy. I called my cousin John tonight to wish him a happy 21st birthday and we got to talking about next year.

John and Joe Lach are getting an apartment together somewhere in the upper west side and even though I'd have to stay in the dorms as a freshman he said I could spend a lot of time there on the weekends. That was great news to me. He also said that my sophomore year, with my parents' permission I could get an apartment with him since he'll be in grad school. That was the best news I have heard in the longest time.

Living with John would be the greatest set up in the world...

When we were younger John and I said that when we got older we would live next to each other in two mansions. We agreed to have a hockey rink, baseball field, and soccer field all behind our houses. We agreed to live together until we died.

In hindsight those mansions would have got pretty lonely.

And the ice rink, baseball field, and soccer field would have been hard to maintain.

And living together until both of us simultaneously passed away is a bit unrealistic as well.

And we probably would have wanted wives at some point and they would have forced us to get rid of all the sports fields. (That would have been a real travesty.)

In hindsight the mansion idea made perfect sense to an 11 year old and an 8 year old, but at 21 and 18 our ideas of a perfect home life have changed drastically. I'm still up for the mansion idea, but I need a wife that will let me live out those silly dreams.

Ideas like the mansion idea are what make childhood so innocent and so beautiful. I'll be damned if somebody makes me grow up too fast. I'm mature, hell yeah I'm mature, but I have a wild imagination and I like to think up the most irrational situations. Sue me if you don't like that.

I hope in two years time I'll be living with my cousin John in an apartment on the Upper West Side of New York City. I hope my friends will come visit me and stay with me for a while from time to time. I hope some beautiful girl will come drink coffee with me in little coffee shops throughout New York City and I hope, more than anything, that I'll be happy.

In this moment, I'm happy, better yet I'm ecstatic. I try my best, and that's all I can ask of myself.