Running with Wolves

Where is my partner in crime? It was just sheer luck that I managed to run into an old friend of mine at the bar and therefore got to go climbing in Boone during the full moon (which was fucking awesome) but what if I had not ran into my friend? I would not have gotten to go at all. What if I had not ran into another good friend of mine out at Granite City?...Then I would not have gotten to go to Rock City or gotten to ride a sweet motorcycle down there. Now do not get me wrong, I like to play by myself. I like to go fishing by myself, I like to go to the movies by myself, I like to go camping and hiking by myself. I grew up by myself so I had to learn how to keep myself company but there are some things that would be better if I had someone to play with. Who is going to drop this mediocre institutional life and make time for the things they really enjoy? Is there anyone besides myself? Maybe I have hit a fork in this road but I feel like I have left everyone else in the dust and now I have to choose a) wait for everyone to catch up b) settle down and go the path always used or c) strike it out alone down a path that seems to have a great view at the end (C) But before I get too hasty about choosing...WHO is going to play with me now? For if I had a sworn enemy (which I don't) I would surly run with them if they had the same passion for life as I do. I would be willing to put aside the bullshit if they wanted to just fucking live. I am not preaching that people should put off their institutional obligations but I do believe that if you are on your shit, you can have the best of all worlds. Now...who is going to play with me during the next full moon? Who is going to go biking with me (and not wreck into me)? Who is going to get stupid drunk with me on Dogwood and howl at the cows? or Get stupid drunk with me and hit golf balls? Who is going to go skinny-dipping with me? Who is going to go on crazy bushwhacking adventures to find new rocks with me? Who is going to hike in the rain and get all cold and muddy with me and not bitch? Who is going to split cups of coffee with me? Who is going to wrestle with me in the middle of the parking lot? Who is going to shoot guns at water balloons with me? Who is going run around town with me and try to hit on couples? Who is going to wake up in the morning and say, "Isarna, we have 12 hrs. What do you want to do?" God I am getting soft in my old age but since the tremendous three and I have split ways am I getting a little worried that we might have been the only people that knew how to live. You know, I like to be right but I LOVE to be proven wrong. I just don't know if I can wait around much longer to see if I am the last of my kind.