Nov 19, 2004 13:38
"That's why I don't know. I didn't mean to piss you off with the musical apartments post. I just meant to make a joke about something more stressful than fun. If you're getting a house, that's awesome! That's worth moving for any day.
I think you're moving up the ladder on the "bravest people I know" list. It's not easy to work at the Gin Mill, but you've got the balls and determination to get what you want however you can. I respect that. I wish I could come and see you first night, but my life won't let me right now.
I have nothing to say against you working there, but I worry for you and don't want you to get hurt. I'm sure you'll have lots of people looking out for you, and that makes me feel better.
So to answer your question. Yes, I love you on the inside, the outside, under stairs, underwater, and through the woods. You're my friend, and nothing makes me feel worse than thinking I hurt a friend. So thinking I hurt you made me feel like shit. That's why I left, that's why I haven't called to say hello and so on...
Good luck with your new job, and be careful. No one wants to see you hurt."