Denis
Shit,
I haven't updated this thing in over four years! Reading past entries make me cringe, each page a haunting reminder that: I was once an utter boor; my words did not mobilize -- never did I act or improve or achieve -- at all ; and my past insecurities remain current ones. I'd say the only refreshing thing about my archive is that an honest appreciation of my friends pervades throughout the journal, indicative of the strong feeling of fraternity among us. While I still love them like brothers, we no longer roll as deep, as hard or as strong; we hardly roll at all.
Those friends aside, it is fitting that my return entry is in dedication to a friend that has never before graced these pages: my pal Denis. If you're a jealous man, Denis is loathsome. He's the handsomest guy in the room -- 6'3", thin and muscular build with a rock star's sense of style; pitches left-handed with a mid-80's fastball and good breaking stuff; a brilliant casino gambler and ace poker player; he's working-class with earnest sensibilities; and he writes the best music that no one's ever heard. The man has virtually everything going for him, but still manages to connect with a sad and downtrodden fellow. Tonight, Denis with some kind words and a simple promise made me feel as special as he is. He gave me a different outlook. Talk about words that mobilize.
Denis is a man that I love and I'm not afraid to say it.
I haven't updated this thing in over four years! Reading past entries make me cringe, each page a haunting reminder that: I was once an utter boor; my words did not mobilize -- never did I act or improve or achieve -- at all ; and my past insecurities remain current ones. I'd say the only refreshing thing about my archive is that an honest appreciation of my friends pervades throughout the journal, indicative of the strong feeling of fraternity among us. While I still love them like brothers, we no longer roll as deep, as hard or as strong; we hardly roll at all.
Those friends aside, it is fitting that my return entry is in dedication to a friend that has never before graced these pages: my pal Denis. If you're a jealous man, Denis is loathsome. He's the handsomest guy in the room -- 6'3", thin and muscular build with a rock star's sense of style; pitches left-handed with a mid-80's fastball and good breaking stuff; a brilliant casino gambler and ace poker player; he's working-class with earnest sensibilities; and he writes the best music that no one's ever heard. The man has virtually everything going for him, but still manages to connect with a sad and downtrodden fellow. Tonight, Denis with some kind words and a simple promise made me feel as special as he is. He gave me a different outlook. Talk about words that mobilize.
Denis is a man that I love and I'm not afraid to say it.