I’ve had many people I’ve called friend in my past. I have many close friends in my life. I don’t talk to many of them often and I don’t visit home that much.
I’ve run from demons in my past, the kind that chase you in your dreams. They walk among you in the day and I can see them even today. Those sights I see are home to me and a home I’ll never have.
Home is where you are, or at least that’s what they say. Home to me, home is here in Colorado for now.
You shouldn’t ever feel like you owe someone something in friendship. If you borrow money it is a different story, but that’s why you try not to allow money to ever be a factor in friendship. Don’t ever loan someone money unless you truly want to see how strong your friendship is when that dirty rotten thieving bastard doesn’t pay you back that money you specifically counted out for him from the stack of cash you went to the bank in the freezing cold to get for him… err.
Anyways, I could go on and on about friendship.
Because I’m probably a bad friend.
I should work on that.