| grilled cheese sandwiches and life or death emails |
[Apr. 15th, 2009|07:01 am] |
So, I'm eating a grilled cheese sandwich, which is excellent by the way and also looking over an incomplete email that I'm sending to an old friend that can possibly make major changes in his life. The word count is up to 1300 and increasing. He's not addicted to drugs, unless you count "morbidly obese women" as a drug and for the moment, he's not depressed or suicidal or anything like that. I feel like I'm giving him the air raid siren before he goes and marries deadweight and finds himself in indentured servitude with the likes of Visa and Wells Fargo saddled along with other burdens in his life. "Why do you think you are Tony Robbins?" you ask? Well, obviously, I'm no pillar or rock of strength for many things but I feel like this kind hearted guy would do the same for me and at the same time, I feel like everyone else ignores it, especially his own family. He's stubborn, outspoken, and 110% genuine. He's the only person I know who speaks what he feels ALL THE TIME. Granted, he isn't the most perceptive person in the world, but I jokingly say about him that about 1 out of 16 things he says is pure genius because he's got the heart and balls to say it. It's a trait that I admire and also realize it's a trait that can be trouble and cause people to just give up on him.
I know I haven't been the greatest friend and I know he and I struggle to stay in touch as often as we have in the past, but yeah, I feel pretty much obligated by the powers that be and inspired by this bastard's outspoken nature to say something about what I felt and saw when I met up with him last weekend. Wish me luck. Hopefully, the final word count doesn't reach into the 5000s. |
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