01:12: ghosts again. he's back. and he's back, too.
someone, please, hand me a cig. or two. or four.
since our fight over a year and a half ago, my friend and i have been estranged. sort of. it probably doesn't help that neither of us really know what the fight was about. but hey, he broke my heart. oh, allow me to correct myself: I broke my own heart, he just ruined our friendship.
outside of the little gatherings we have with our other friends from college, i didn't think we'd ever speak again. admittedly, i miss talking with him. ...but let it go, right?
in comes a message from him, and there follows the chit chat. like nothing happened. huh. hello again. i hear from someone else that he and his girlfriend broke up more than a year ago and haven't gotten back together since. big surprise (and this time i'm not being sarcastic). it's great that we're talking. it's great that we're friends. but i'm keeping my distance.
about an hour later, my brother answers a call for me. i pick up the receiver, expecting the bitter little girl or the whiny little girl. male voice greeting me on the other end. stunned silence from my end. he gives his name, just to be sure. another half-second of shock before i speak. fox. i should have hung up, but noooo. was too dumbfounded, i guess. we speak for an hour. he's been sending me messages, he says. lucky my line is dead. in catching up, we find out that we work in the same building. the same fucking building! i'm quitting that damned job. been thinking about it anyway, but this seals it. i've got other options, all just as good and all very far away from him.
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