I live near a dusty gravel road that extends up to the main highway through a series of other roads like a bunch of blood vessels rushing to meet at the heart. This road is called BlackRidge Road, and it's impossibly long and hilly. My road happens to be paved like the main highway, and even though it's easier to get to the main highway via walking up a hill to the intersection, I frequently travel the dirt road in order to see two of my best friends. The one, Kevin, lives just around the corner. He's easier to get to, so we all usually just meet up at his house. The other, Nick, lives about a half of a mile down this gravel road. It's such a trouble to get there that we don't walk up there that often. Usually we travel to his house to have a cigarette or two in solitude or maybe play arou