Friends are the family you choose
Cool thing about my city’s that you’re only $2.25 away from adventure. The lady was working so I called up a buddy.
Great concert, seats and venue. She was super nice.
Me: So, I’m gonna do the stupid tourist thing and ask for your autograph.
Her: Do you have something to write on? (takes paper and writes)
Me: Are you writing something mean? (turning to girl next to her) Is she writing something mean, like in high school?
Her: (laughing and shaking my hand) Thanks for coming, Logan.
Have more stories for you; saw a great flick, baked a ham, and cut another friend loose.
Suppose I’ll tell mosta them to y’next week.
The cutting of the friend, I’ll tell you now. In a nutshell, your friends’re the family y’choose. When you’re a kid, y’choose them cause your mom tells you to or they got the locker nexta yours. Whatever.
But as an adult, there’s really only one reason to call someone your friend – Someone’s your friend if you can answer this in the affirmative: Will this person, to his/her own detriment, look out for me?
If you can, do the same for them. If you can’t, cut em loose.
Been alive now for 13,500 days. Only got 12,780 days left here.
No time to waste it on anyone whom I can’t answer that question in the affirmative. You don’t got that kinda time either, kid.
Location: two hours ago, Rockwood Music Hall
Music: winning you with words because I have no other way
YASYCTAI: Go on a (short) adventure. It’s $2.25 here; what’s it where you are? (180 mins/2 pts)