Here I am on a Friday night living the dream. I've got Supertramp on the stereo, a bag of weed, some really good AMERICAN beer and, of course, Julia. The only thing that might make this evening a bit more interesting would be the presence of some skin. I really would like to meet a friend that I can hang with, but I don't want to have sex with my friends. It just seems like something I'm never going to do, so I might as well get over it. Over what? Exactly.