jack sick
Jack is sick. Really sick. And I find myself missing him. Beyong oiur tlaks (and actions) regarding sex, he has become a good friend. When I go without seeing him for a few days I start to miss the way he tips the last drops of a beer and says it's sacrilege to waste it. I miss how he laughs. I miss how he sticks his tongue out when he is being silly. And I really, very much miss our talks about religiona nd the world and how we perceive reality.
I will see him tomorrow or Thursday. But it is just not soon enough. He is very special to me. Good (and goofy) friends are hard to find. Just think, if we both weren't smokers and in the same drawing class - maybe we would have never met. The arbitrariness... or maybe blessedness ... of life never ceases to amaze me.
I will see him tomorrow or Thursday. But it is just not soon enough. He is very special to me. Good (and goofy) friends are hard to find. Just think, if we both weren't smokers and in the same drawing class - maybe we would have never met. The arbitrariness... or maybe blessedness ... of life never ceases to amaze me.