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well that fucking sucks can we try again

I never learned Jennifer’s last name because she was killed by a flying yak before she was able to give it to me. I had to invent a last name but all the good ones were taken, and what was the point anyway if that yak was still

nope that’s going nowhere

Adrian admitted to me last night he slipped up. He’d made a mistake. It was via text message but I still couldn’t think of a good response, so I never gave one. The longer I waited the shittier I felt about not replying so I quietly left his veiled plea to sit there on my phone like a lost postcard. What was I supposed to say? He’d been away for 3 years, off the horrific stuff that killed his wife and daughter and trying to make a good life for himself last I heard. I didn’t talk to him much anymore. Everyone distanced themselves from Adrian after word spread like a brush fire that he had gotten mixed up with the steel gangs.

Fell back into it. Need a place to say for the night, can you help me?

I just didn’t like getting ambushed like that, a text message out of nowhere from a dude I tried to forget existed. I didn’t know the story, didn’t want to know, and didn’t need that weirdness back in my life again. All that drama makes for a good movie but I didn’t want to be living it. I felt bad. There was a time he would have done anything for me. Saved me more than once from demons, the ones on the inside and some on the outside. He was a good guy. If anyone deserved another shot it was him. I could picture him now, staring at his phone and praying for a reply.

I lit a cigar on my back porch, stared at the shimmering line of trees on the far side of the field, and forgot about Adrian.