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My first friend, I wonder about you when I drink. Alcohol is not an anesthetic for me, just an excuse to wax nostalgic and to refinish the gilded past in gold. It helps me to remember you. Where did we leave off? I know you went to a good school in Connecticut, on a golf scholarship of all things, while I went to a dreary state school in Westchester. I hated the place and I'd to call you to complain. You told me once, "Give it another month. If you still don't like it, well, just burn the fucker down." Fucker was your favorite noun. I have wonderful things to say to you, six years of minutia to catch you up on. I promise not to mention that girl, who I didn't love and you didn't want, who ended up not being worth the trouble. They so seldom are. Have you found one that is? I have. She is six months old with my nose. She laughs her feathery laugh at my touch and she sings all day. Anyway, I hope we speak again.
Be warned: if I should pass you on the street, I will drop everything and claw out your eyes; I will wrap you in a bearhug so tight that you will never breathe again; I will caress you until you bleed out. So, yes, I think, avoid me. Avoid me at all costs. God bless.
My first friend, I wonder about you when I drink. Alcohol is not an anesthetic for me, just an excuse to wax nostalgic and to refinish the gilded past in gold. It helps me to remember you. Where did we leave off? I know you went to a good school in Connecticut, on a golf scholarship of all things, while I went to a dreary state school in Westchester. I hated the place and I'd to call you to complain. You told me once, "Give it another month. If you still don't like it, well, just burn the fucker down." Fucker was your favorite noun. I have wonderful things to say to you, six years of minutia to catch you up on. I promise not to mention that girl, who I didn't love and you didn't want, who ended up not being worth the trouble. They so seldom are. Have you found one that is? I have. She is six months old with my nose. She laughs her feathery laugh at my touch and she sings all day. Anyway, I hope we speak again.
Be warned: if I should pass you on the street, I will drop everything and claw out your eyes; I will wrap you in a bearhug so tight that you will never breathe again; I will caress you until you bleed out. So, yes, I think, avoid me. Avoid me at all costs. God bless.
