Found out a family friend stole from me today
I lent a friend some money because she was going through a divorce and was in a bind. It’s not like I had that much spare scratch but I figured that she was good for it so I borrowed some dough against the cards and gave it to her.
I stopped by her place cause I haven’t heard from her and was worried. Apartment was empty. She up and left. I’ve known her seven years. She didn’t even say sorry.
On the same day, I took the last straw from another friend too. I’ve known him since the 90s. The very last straw.
What a day. It was…indescribable.
Then I got a call from the guy that gave me the gig in Mancini Duffy a decade ago.
Him: Dude, how’ve you been?
Me: (stunned) What made you call? I haven’t heard from you in years.
Him: I dunno. (laugh) I got the urge to call.
Then Bryson called me.
Him: Hey brother, thought I’d see how you were.
Me: I can’t even tell you.
Him: (pause) Tell me.
When you keep cutting your friends, you end up with the ones that matter. I guess that’s something, yeah?
I’ll be posting a lot of pictures – still a work in progress. I wanted to write more, but I drank my night away.
I really gotta go.
I feel terrible here.
Location: 12AM, getting a free drink on the UWS
Music: Some glad morning when this life is o’er I’ll fly away Like this post? Tell someone about it by clicking a button below.