I remember a feeling
I used to get.
A tightening in my chest,
anxious, and exciting.
When everyone got together
and it was time to hangout
on a Friday at Joeys.
Somehow we all knew to go
there.
I don't think we ever mutually
decided that, that is what we
would do after school on that day,
it just always happened.
Usually my sister and I would
be the first ones there,
since I was dating Joey.
We'd snag one of the few
chairs in the room,
if you struck out you had to
sit on the floor.
Anyways,
everybody would start filing in
and suddenly everything would
start to get fun.
The room got louder and then
music would be playing in
the background.
Everyone smiling,
and laughing.
Suddenly a joint or a bowl
would be presented to your
fingers and you'd puff puff
pass it along,
and everything was great.
It went like this for four
amazing years.
A group of guys and girls
who could come together without
any worries of having to impress
anyone,
and feel better when they left.

It seems like years ago now,
but sometimes,
I still get that anxious, excited
feeling.