Today is the birthday of a good friend of mine. so good, in fact, that I named one of my children after him and declared him the Godfather of that same child.
We’ve kept in touch over the years, but I’m starting to worry. He’s hasn’t evolved much at all and I have. He still drinks heavily, never has money and is always chasing hopeless moneymaking schemes (too many to list, and very diverse, too).
I still wish him the best, though. He’s still a close friend. I just wish he hadn’t told me the other day some of the things he told me, like how he had to look for spare change to buy some food, and how he got in an arguement with his dad and decided to sleep in his work warehouse.
C’mon now, get it together. Time to put aside our childish things.