Meeting new friends is great.

I'm hanging out with Evan after work.

"So. You want to do that drinking thing?" he asked.
"Yep."

We fly out to the west at a quick pace. As I cut through cars and speed up onto the sidewalk, my watch begins to beep. We stop to get beers at Pasqualley's before heading to the park.

We get to the park where there are some guys who Evan knows who are setting up a slackline. We horse around for awhile, and we eventually make it to my van to sit with the doors open as the sky decides to pour rain. I show him my room and we smoke ancient pot and listen to music. I like this guy. Meeting new friends is great. I walk him downstairs and give him a hug. He's one of the good people I know.