The worst part about growing old for me personally is having outlived my closest male friends. They were my daily or frequent relief from bullshit and cultural madness; they reminded me that absurdity is comic at root. They shared my world. Mostly they were there, present, available on a daily basis.
The only relationship close to those is with a surrogate sister in LA. But this is distant and different.
I have a few good friends, still, and a loving wife, and a great dog. I'm not hurting. But there is no one I can crack up with by no more than a raised eyebrow. There is no one who knows what I've said before I say it. Those are significant losses.
The only relationship close to those is with a surrogate sister in LA. But this is distant and different.
I have a few good friends, still, and a loving wife, and a great dog. I'm not hurting. But there is no one I can crack up with by no more than a raised eyebrow. There is no one who knows what I've said before I say it. Those are significant losses.
