the departure
He left today. Well, actually, he left just before i got back, but i was aware of his departure even though i was absent. i suppose, even though we are very disparate personalities with very disparate motivations and opinions, it's not surprising that i am aware of his doings even at a distance. i was glad to not see him taking space on my couch upon my arrival, though he left a bit of his rank stench embedded in the apholstry. He didn't leave any notice of his soon-to-be whereabouts, but i'm not sure that i even really care; i think i'm better off not knowing. Dreadfully, though,he has my number, and i don't think it'll be changing anytime soon...
As much as i hate to admit it, he will always have his specific place in my heart. No matter what extreme order of irresponsible, vile reprobate he may be, he is close to me, and i suppose in a representative sense, he will always have my number, whether or not i freely give it to him. So if he shows up at my door, like he did a couple of weeks ago, drunk, disorderly, and sporting a visciously large hunting knife, i don't think i'll ever be surprised, though i may be revulsed. He'll never be able to illicit any other reaction from me, i'm sure.
Here's to friends whose time has passed. May they enjoy long lives, far, far away from the people who have no use for them anymore...
As much as i hate to admit it, he will always have his specific place in my heart. No matter what extreme order of irresponsible, vile reprobate he may be, he is close to me, and i suppose in a representative sense, he will always have my number, whether or not i freely give it to him. So if he shows up at my door, like he did a couple of weeks ago, drunk, disorderly, and sporting a visciously large hunting knife, i don't think i'll ever be surprised, though i may be revulsed. He'll never be able to illicit any other reaction from me, i'm sure.
Here's to friends whose time has passed. May they enjoy long lives, far, far away from the people who have no use for them anymore...