I had an epiphany the other day while I was at the Guitar Center - I have no friends. Additionally, I really liked the friends I had in Boston, even Brendo Frendo (kinda).
I also have no band. Well, specifically I have no Gordon, Jordan and Pete. Maybe it's taken my current loneliness to realize what a great thing I had with those fellas and how much I miss it, or maybe now I'm just far enough away from all the little grievances to be able to focus on the good things.
Regardless, as Cinderella said, you don't know what you got till it's gone. Also, my gypsy road can't take me home.
i agree that people's friends should visit them when they move to far off lands. i'm in CT for the week, but i can't afford the $875 it would cost in gas to drive to rochester. plus, you don't call be back, dicky.
yeah bitchboy, take it. when your woman is all sequestered away and not speaking to you for weeks on end because her brain has been subject to a hostile medical school takeover, and you're all alone curled up in a frozen ball wondering how's come joey joe joe cain't get no fun times, ask yourself this: "was brighton really that far away from somerville?" and then drift lightly into paranoia: "maybe i should have gone to taco night at perky's place. maybe this is karma. maybe the FBI has placed cameras in my sunglasses. must find foil for to wrap my face..."
feel the dull, bruising pain of retroactive empathy.
