What a night and day, from negative to positive. My night last night started off normal until one of my friends, who has always been a little off kilter, called to tell me he had an emergency going on at midnight and he needed a place to stay. Hesitating I said yes, just because this is a friend who is likely to be so drunk he could come in my house and stir some shit up. Well needless to say that exactly what happened, he was all upset that he and his 15 year older wife had just split up, but not in any ordinary fashion. She beat the shit out of him and kicked him so many times it looked like he had been in a bar fight, he keeps telling me how he doesn't want to live, I keep telling him that's the wrong way to think. I ask what really happened and somewhere I tried to give him some advice and he took it the wrong way and I found myself getting pushed around by a drunk friend at 230 in the morning. Well I took him down to the ground and told him "I'm your friend, I'm trying to help you." Then he went in the corner of my backyard and cried and had a panic attack for 30-45 minutes. Finally he calms down enough to go to sleep, thank god, I bring him to work in the morning and call his parents telling them they need to watch over their son, the negative is over. Now when I woke up and got to talk to my lovely friend everything from the past night faded away and I can remember a feeling I haven't felt in a long time. I need to go see this friend of mine, I need to see that the substance of my feelings are real and confirm the amazing. So I now have a trip set to go see her the first weekend of December and spend 4 nights and 3 days together, which is just fantastic, because ladies it's been almost 3 years since I have had a physical relationship. And she is absolutely beautiful, you would be jealous, so a 24 hour cycle has completed and I find myself back on the side of the positive. Thank you god for making this world so crazy it remains for me to see how far things can go, even after you think you've seen everything.
