Flying high

When I was a teenager, I had pink hair, clothes covered in safety pins and thought Sid Vicious was the most beautiful thing that had ever lived.

I had a very varied and eclectic group of friends, and am still friends with some to this day. Some of them were really smart, some the funny types, some conservative, some a bit mad and some were the token hippie types.

You know the type... bringing dazed and confused to a whole new level.
My dad once joked that I didn't have friends in high places, but rather high friends in places.

Anyway, I was never into the whole stoner thing. Never really saw the point.

These days, the people I'm friends with aren't into drugs or anything like that. Sure, we go out and get drunk, but drugs don't come into the equation.

However, I recently found one person who was at one point a very close friend with an ever-growing fondness for weed. I started seeing this friend less and less, and whether it was due to us living different lives, me being so busy with college or just her getting so involved in her new stoned life, I don't know.

But it's never a nice feeling growing apart from a friend, whatever the reason.

I guess just some people are high-flyers...and other people just get high.