Thank you for being a freind.....

My wife is trying desperately to get in contact with some of my friends from pre-surgery days. She has found a couple on Facebook and bless her soul, she is excited. Little does she know that all these people have my current phone number and email…. but yet still do not contact me…. now, you may ask why? Is it because I’m a Brain Cancer Survivor…maybe? Is it because they feel guilty…. maybe? Is it because, maybe just maybe, they have to move on with there life…. as I have to do. Life is hard enough without worrying about the past. Friends are in your life for so few years, you have to appreciate them while you got them. They may be gone tomorrow due to an illness or an accident. I don’t want them to waste their precious time “freinding” me on some electronic reunion site. I’m not saying this to be cruel, I whole hearted mean this. I would rather they be living their lives that reminiscing about the past with me. Anyway, I’ve got 60 friends on Facebook that don’t talk to me now, some of whom were good friends from high school. Do I harbor any ill will towards them? No…well except the girl who slept with my best friend in high school…and the Bush/McCain/Palin/Fawell/Robertson Fundimentalist Christians…. oh yeah…the one who left me on my deathbed a few years ago…. I hope a train hits them all. I digress, I hope that all my friends from the past are living full, passionate, healthy lives…. that is what I want and I’m sure that is what they want from me. With that thought in my head, I’m happy. We had our times together and I hope they cherish them as much as I did.

Now, with that being said, Fran will probably argue that I am making new friends at the bar I hang out at (Ham’s). Ham’s is three blocks from our house in Greenville. The food is terrible, the bands are eardrum splitting horrible, and it has the atmosphere of an Applebee’s with good beer. May I say, an award winning pale ale that is so delicious that I want to die drowning in the vat! The place is like Cheers…”Hey, Ned!” The truth be told, the regulars, including me, are really fighting their inner demons the same as me. Divorce, illness, marriage problems, shitty job, etc…etc…so I say hats off to the fucking drunken bastard…and good luck with life…. including me….