Monday, May 24, 2010


Tonight I start my second stint at bartending and I’m drawn to an earlier post (4.10) where I said what I thought the cost was the first time around. It was physically draining though not as bad as I thought at the time. Emotionally I seem to have survived too. That leaves how hard it was on my friends. So as I think about this I can not help but think about my friends in general.

Friends, I have never in my life had many. Not including family I can count on one hand the number of people I call close friends and only two or three that I see often enough. I have a couple more in sl I would say are close to me. I trust and love all of them.

Of all of them only a couple of them go back farther than two years. They have been through my battles with me and know me like a well worn book. Than I have a very very special friend who, while not going through them, knows pretty much all of it. I love all of them dearly but these three mean so much to me.

I find it hard to make friends or, I should say, good friends. At times I find it very hard to be a trusting person. I can get totally self conscious and slide into dark moods without warning. I can be so cocky and arrogant but also be shy to the point I just want to withdraw into the corner. I can be a total social misfit.

But I want to say something to all my friends. I try my best to be honest with you, dependable, and kind. I would never intentionally lie to you or betray your friendship. I trust you completely and will always be there for you. Not a day goes by I don’t look forward to seeing you. I would do anything for you, maybe even bail you out of jail this time.

“A friend is somebody that knows all about you and loves you just the same.”
Elbert Hubbard

Sounds about right

It's time for 'Peanut' to get back to work ....

tuneage, Radiohead - Creep