Stay Close

This post is for those who let friendships slip away. Don’t think that just because someone lives eight blocks away, or even downstairs, that this can’t happen to you.

By this point Clint and Toinette are in New England, not sure if it’s the “Live Free or Die” or “Freedom and Unity” state. I didn’t know her that well, but I did Clint. From Zanesville to Columbus, Ohio never could tame him and now he’s off to live on a farm in a new world.

The only similarity will be the perfect partner. Based on my own experience this time will only strengthen your relationship.

I’m optimistic and excited for your future, but I regret not staying close these last two years.

Upon moving back to Columbus you were my best friend in a city that was no longer familiar. It didn’t matter that we drank too much which resulted in an arrest I’d rather not discuss, one of the craziest nights of my life (see “Welcome Home, Bret” in the third issue of The Black Cloud zine), and you pulling a knife on me in my own apartment.

Friendships like this never die and I have a feeling our paths will cross again, probably even soon, but it doesn’t make me feel any better for squandering the time we already had.