I was telling my friend today how much I appreciate him being around. I like that he thinks about me and sends me messages asking about how I’ve been. I like that he’s forgiven me for something I did not do years ago. I like that he’s still around. He tells me he’s embarrassed that I am thanking him.
There was a time we were good together. He was a comfort zone. I was so comfortable around him I drank myself to ickdom. It was so bad I puked green slime all over his white floor (don’t ask me what I ate, it was really a dark shade of green). Our good friend AA used his shirt to mop up the ick. I spent a half hour in the bathroom wobbling around trying to wash off the ick from my pants and shirt while all the other boys knocked on the door worrying about whether I passed out already. I finally opened the door and they gave me one of his shirts and a pair of his shorts. How I managed to put them on, I don’t know. When I stepped out of the bathroom the ick was gone. I sat on the floor and they gave me icy water to drink. I just sat for another hour or so. When my stomach grumbled I asked to go to Wendy’s and ate to death.
What is so embarrassing about receiving thanks for being nice when once upon a time I puked all over his floor?
