welcome home.

i met up with a friend who counts how long i've known him by the world cups. i know 9 years, thats 2 world cups. from post secondary school (which means im discounting all those group gatherings and the time he was forced to study with me for the O's), i don't think i can count the number of times i met him with my 10 fingers. and of the last 2 meet-ups, it was so long ago he had to remind me when they happened.

but....... not that it changed anything. there's something so distinctly familiar about our friendship that it wouldnt be right if we didnt drink, if he didnt smoke, if i didnt have anything to say about him smoking. so to me, it didnt feel right when in my occasional decision to log on to msn, he asked where i've disappeared to, i didnt even log on to facebook.... it didnt feel right when he had to look for me when he needed someone to talk to.

times like this i realize that a passive, lazyass like me depend on people like him to keep the friendship alive. and yes, i do feel remorseful.

like i said, you told me once that "its all part of growing up"....
so same thing to you... its all part of growing up.. it depends on when you realize it.

after all you are just human, and this is one of your few but hard fall but you know that your family is there to pick you up to start over. nobody can tell you how, when, what, where (or even who for that matter) that moment will be, but in the end i know things will be okay again.

but till then, preserve that liver. and that optimism i still see in you.