Mon Amie Maje

And so I trace you to one call that boring cold Wednesday dawn while I was rummaging on records to play. And you thought you got me. Trick of faith, 'twas the other way around.

Ten years and counting.

For those faithful nights when we played billards with The Professor. Nights when we chose to sit down and drink coffee with the Overrated Barrister and yes, The Professor. When we would push them away because Matt Damon, The Convict, Miyagi and The Cop would comeover to join our caffeine and nicotine enchanted evenings are memories that we would always laugh at.

When I almost killed myself because man can be so vindictive. When I couldn't cry anymore because I lost my dearly beloved father. When I hurt so much, when I laugh so much, when I think like crazy... You continouosly stayed by my side. Believing.

When you get angry and as usual that's an NC for me. When Foo left me. When all the homo sapiens that I thought existed vanished into dust. When everyone else is so happy with their world... You continouosly treated me as a normal being.

When you let me talk the way I talk...When you let me think the way I think... When you understood the way I felt... When you let me cried the way I died...
And seemingly, when no one knew me...you befriended me...

Ten years...A silent friendship... My existential angst, you accepted...

I am not a person of feelings.... And sometimes I could not be vocal... But yes, I would like to thank you for the years you stood by me, Mon Ami.

You are a great woman.... And you will always be cherished...

And so my billards and coffee partner, do good at what you do best... BREATHE... See you next cycle.