I loved my friends, and I loved sharing these experiences with them. I felt at peace on top of that rock, and I felt really lucky. It could have been the beers (I didn’t do acid), but that was one of the first nights where I felt a strong connection to nature. You could see the lights of the train come around the bend. Once we got there we would crack some beers, and listen to the silence for a little bit. To get to The Rock on a hot summer night, we had to park our cars on a back road and hike through the woods with our flashlights, cross the train tracks, and climb up a cliff that overlooked the beautiful Susquehanna river. On the weekends, we would caravan with cases of beer and a portable speaker to a place we called “The Rock”. I was a young adult working two jobs and going to school online. “Demon Days” had just come out the year we graduated from high school.

We partied till the break of dawn…dancing to sweet tunes, and driving through the back woods of the Susquehanna river. I over cooked the eggs, and turned them into bouncy balls that we threw around the kitchen at the crack of dawn…howling in laughter. We were a bunch of dumb kids trying to cause a ruckus in Amish Country, but we genuinely loved each others’ company. This was the evening that I freaked out because someone was rolling a joint on my parents’ kitchen table… I learned to laugh about it the next morning as we all tried to make egg sandwiches without opening our eyes due to our extreme hangovers. House Parties of 2006 (Mom…you didn’t see this)

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