I miss the days when shit could just happen and it didn’t spawn 27 different conspiracy theories about lizard people flying UN helicopters to harvest our sweat glands.
Guys at bar: sharing stories of being in the army, MMA fighters, etc.
Me: I worked 3rd shift at a southern Waffle House for 5 years.
Guys at bar: *slide a beer my way as they salute.
I lost a friend today.
We hadn’t seen each other in 20 years. But friendships don’t have an expiration date. John was always the joker, and I almost think I can hear the angels laughing now. Rest easy, John. I miss you.
I lost a friend today.
“But the leaves are pretty for like 3 weeks in October!” I say, using yet another crappy excuse for living where the air hurts my face 5 months a year.