Oh My God We're Back Again

I apologize for once again abandoning this blog. I always think of clever things I want to write about, and then for some reason or another (usually laziness) I just don't...

I understand that this blog started out as a random look at life from two of the most awesome people I know, and in some ways it still is, if Marya ever decides to write again...but we are left with me, and so...Sessions will be still be Sessions, but it will have to be from my point of view, and about the going-ons in my little world. Oh sure, it won't be exciting news that one could find in NY. But I have found that York, PA has its own set of quirks, and the people in it are just if not more worthy of comment.

My recent venture has been to find a solid group of friends to surround myself with so I don't succumb to bashing my head against a wall for fun (for the record, it's not...) That is where my current job has come in. I have succeeded in doing so, and although my heart will always be with those certain persons in NY, the friends I have made here have provided me with so much already. Which leads to another point in why I need to start writing again...

If this blog has taught you anything about me, it is that I love gossip, and the gossip at work is so juicy I have considered starting a gossip girl type blog dedicated to the going-ons of what I will now be referring to as 1087. There are other nicknames I use for the people who work there, and I hope I do not confuse you too much if I ever write about them. But back to the gossip...it's ridiculous. 1087 is like a little town and everyone knows each others' business. Oh it is simply too delicious to handle most of the time. The weird love triangles, and gay rumors, and petty spats, loves it. But this is all for another time. Just wanted to let you know some of the things you might start to see.

Anyway, what I really wanted to write about today was about my goal to find fellow smokers in PA. It has been a very long and arduous task. Coming from a place where it was so openly discussed and traded among my friends to a place where I couldn't tell who did and who didn't (well, that's not completely true, there are some people who I have seen and just "know") has sent me on what I will call a noble quest. This quest has lead me to meet a white gangster who schooled me in 90s rap at 3am, A very attractive electrician with a brain the size of a small pebble, two 19 year olds with whom I had a very long discussion about the pros and cons of eating and passing a plastic bottle through your system vs a glass one, an out-there musician who took me through half of his music library while I pretended to be interested at least a quarter of the way through, and a new friend who knows how to take the wheel while you light a bowl. With that said I have also learned that in PA people smoke in sheds not basements, and PA has so many back roads it is impossible to be found by the cops, and burn cruises are the choice way to smoke. Now, I haven't found someone yet to be a smoking buddy, but I am well on my way. Until then, I think it will be fun to write about my little get togethers with the smokers of York, PA. They are an interesting bunch.

So Sessions is back again, slightly modified, but back nonetheless. As always it shall be filled with quirkiness and thoughtful...err thoughts. Until next time. Peace, love, and sessions.