Recovery Doesn’t Mean You Get Your Friends Back

<p>We met in tennis class during our first day of high school. The four of us hung out every lunch on the far side of the quad. We weren&rsquo;t the cool kids, we weren&rsquo;t nerds.&nbsp;The other kids referred to us as the weirds and it stuck.</p> <p>Every weekend we went to coffee houses to see bands and meet girls. Sometimes we&rsquo;d dress up in suits and go to the Universal City Walk for fun. Alone we were awkward but being part of a group made us feel like badasses.</p> <p>I was the first one to move out of my parent&#39;s house and into my own apartment. It was across the street from Cal State Northridge College. I sold weed out of my apartment. There was a steady traffic of college kids coming and going all the time.</p> <p>Our group was now seven people and I was the leader of the pack. Every day was a party for us.</p> <p>Eventually, they all got real jobs and I saw them less. I kept selling weed and my apartment remained the group&#39;s nexus.</p> <p>The first person to get the boot from the group was Clint. He was stuck in high school mentality for years after graduation. He didn&rsquo;t want to work but wanted to hang out and if we did anything one of us would have to pay for him.</p> <p>He&rsquo;d fuck everyone&rsquo;s ex-girlfriend, get drunk, belch audibly, and then try to drive.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/age-of-empathy/recovery-doesnt-mean-you-get-your-friends-back-eb36b09257c5"><strong>Read More</strong></a></p>
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