In the still heat of a mid summer night, the sound of crickets blend magically with the gentle rolling of waves on the beach. sitting on the deck, closed in by the scrub brush of Wauwinet, several bottles of wine and enough cigarettes to keep us going until dawn. Sitting with my best friends in the world, discussing things that really matter. Prep school scandal, fishing, who's doing who, who's a douche bag, friends that have fallen out of favor. The deck lit only by a string of large bulb Christmas lights. There was a faint sea breeze coming off the atlantic that made the mid august night bearable. Among all of the topics of conversation was the criticizing of friends old and new. It was great fun telling stories fun and famous. Embarassing and assinine. These are the times that really matter. The times where you can truly be yourself around an army of people that would do anything for you. These men; bankers, brokers and lawyers. Neer do wells, fools and deviants. All living completely different lives in their own ways can come together at any given moment and be children once more. Forget the stresses and responsibilities of life and drink irresponsibly. Most of them had quit smoking years ago, yet whenever they get together and are deep in the cups, smoking comes quit naturally.