I suck at blogs. but here goes:
I had the day off today. The tenative plan I had was to get up around 8:30 and help my best friend Richard prepare his family house for market. He had been living there with his "recently ex" girlfriend for about 4 years. Before that, the house was home to his strange and pedigreed grandfather and his shut-in grandmother.
Richard moved to Los Angeles in June. I'm slated to join him in about a month. It's been pretty tough on him however. His girlfriend of 8 years breaking things off, and his mother's decision to market this old and nice family house after the new year haven't settled well on him.
It wasn't a bad day. He's been so distant and sulky since he got back, which is very much unlike him. Today, however, he was chipper and generally flippant. I had a pretty nice time despite the cleaning and grunt work.
It fell apart as we took a rest and smoked cigarettes after hauling out all the trash we'd gathered. A lot of posessions went out to the alley. For the first and only time in the 17 years I've known him, he broke down and cried. I'm not a pussy really, but man it devastated me. He just choked up and said "that's a lot of my life out by the fence".
What can i do? I wanted to reach out to him, hug him maybe, but he's so pride driven that i figured it would only make him feel worse. I teared up myself and all i could think about was silly silver lining perspectives that i've already offered up a dozen times during this recent brooding. All I could manage to offer was this:
"The more pain this brings you should only make you realize that your life out there by the fence has been a damned good one."
And I shut up.
On a brighter note, i procured a mighty nice dresser for Robotsatemyhair.
I had the day off today. The tenative plan I had was to get up around 8:30 and help my best friend Richard prepare his family house for market. He had been living there with his "recently ex" girlfriend for about 4 years. Before that, the house was home to his strange and pedigreed grandfather and his shut-in grandmother.
Richard moved to Los Angeles in June. I'm slated to join him in about a month. It's been pretty tough on him however. His girlfriend of 8 years breaking things off, and his mother's decision to market this old and nice family house after the new year haven't settled well on him.
It wasn't a bad day. He's been so distant and sulky since he got back, which is very much unlike him. Today, however, he was chipper and generally flippant. I had a pretty nice time despite the cleaning and grunt work.
It fell apart as we took a rest and smoked cigarettes after hauling out all the trash we'd gathered. A lot of posessions went out to the alley. For the first and only time in the 17 years I've known him, he broke down and cried. I'm not a pussy really, but man it devastated me. He just choked up and said "that's a lot of my life out by the fence".
What can i do? I wanted to reach out to him, hug him maybe, but he's so pride driven that i figured it would only make him feel worse. I teared up myself and all i could think about was silly silver lining perspectives that i've already offered up a dozen times during this recent brooding. All I could manage to offer was this:
"The more pain this brings you should only make you realize that your life out there by the fence has been a damned good one."
And I shut up.
On a brighter note, i procured a mighty nice dresser for Robotsatemyhair.
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