That was what I was trying to do in the part of my post that wasn't quoted. And it didn't work as expected.

Boom.

I could go on a long autobiographical tangent here about how I ended up hating all my real life friends (I grew up in the deep south) and becoming a recluse because it was better than being alone in a crowd and how DRL was like the first group of people that weren't family that I actually gave a ♥♥♥♥ about, but I'm too drunk to care that much, and I don't think it would be appreciated for what I'm trying to do. One of the things that makes me saddest about the next generation is that apathy is celebrated even more than it was when I was younger, and caring about something is looked down upon. I grew up with this place, and I do care about it, but that's something to be mocked, apparently. At 19, I'm not exactly old, but it's stuff like that that makes me feel old. So this next one's to you, my old friends. Dauss, Grif, CherryT, Alenth, NfsJunkie, ProjektTHOR, Selene, Skiv, Daman, FatalFlux, and all the rest of you cunts, we were as tall as the mountains when we had each other. Where did the days go?

Don't rightly know friend. Don't rightly know.