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thirteenrocksHad a wonderful dinner at an Indian restraunt with Frank and Carl tonight. Carl is one of those people who belong to a small niche of friends I have been asked to be apart of. No secrete hanshake, a bunch of misfits thrown together, who seem to work out o.k. Most are in recovery of somesort, drugs, ETOH (alchohol), life...
Carl had mentioned a ghost, from my past. Micheal Reski. Built like a shit brick house, beutiful person, wonderful soul. A recovered ETOH/Drug abuser turned priest, who happened to be HIV+. Had a good time with him, went to a few of his "church" services which were quite interesting, if not thought provoking...
That was a differnt time. Alot of my relationships occured when my life was caotic, to the point of eitehr starting a job, or moving, or in school, that it has been only recently that i have somewhat "settled", or taken root in one are for more than 4 years...
People change. Life is a bag of pennies quarters and dimes that never seem to add up. Carl informed me that Micheal has reverted back to his "old ways", and is back into treatment... maybe I'll hear from him again... maybe our paths will cross, or maybe run pararell...
in this day and age its hard to tell...
"there's a letter on the dashboard, I dug out of the drawer, last truth we ever came to, in our adolencent war...."
Carl had mentioned a ghost, from my past. Micheal Reski. Built like a shit brick house, beutiful person, wonderful soul. A recovered ETOH/Drug abuser turned priest, who happened to be HIV+. Had a good time with him, went to a few of his "church" services which were quite interesting, if not thought provoking...
That was a differnt time. Alot of my relationships occured when my life was caotic, to the point of eitehr starting a job, or moving, or in school, that it has been only recently that i have somewhat "settled", or taken root in one are for more than 4 years...
People change. Life is a bag of pennies quarters and dimes that never seem to add up. Carl informed me that Micheal has reverted back to his "old ways", and is back into treatment... maybe I'll hear from him again... maybe our paths will cross, or maybe run pararell...
in this day and age its hard to tell...
"there's a letter on the dashboard, I dug out of the drawer, last truth we ever came to, in our adolencent war...."
