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Last week I called my mother and informed her I was in Seattle, she expects these kind of things from me and knows that I will be fine but worries like mothers do.
Friday I went to that going away thing where we have Drum Circle, Gasworks Park. When we got there a fire was already going and as it turned out the people burning the fire were people who'd gotten in a fist fight with the guy going away only a few weeks former. They were your average brodude seether and affliction wearing type of fellow. We were a group of hipster/hippy/scenester kids, I'd only briefly met everyone I'd come with and was hanging out with them for the first time.
Right off the bat we talked to each other and made sure there was no bad blood and for a moment I thought there we going to be, when one of their guys not informed on the peace talks going on came up and started talking shit like he was going to fight. It was agreed that the fight had only been because two women were fighting over petty shit and that there was no reason we couldn't share the fire and each-other's company. They didn't smoke much weed and were all pretty drunk, we shared our liquor and passed the bowls around. My new friends broke out their instruments and began to play. Hilariously, the main guy involved in the fight on their side was hanging with us the most, he even began rapping to the music.
I spent most of the night climbing, Gasworks is like a jungle gym and climbing is sort of my thing so I climb all over it while I'm there. While up on top, the two guys going away climbed up and we smoked a bowl. They thought I was a pretty cool guy and asked if I wanted to join them in their journey. They were going to california and then they were going to split up, one guy was going to mexico and the other was going to socal. They offered to cover the initial costs, but without having saved I decided it wasn't for me.
