To conclude my freewriting for this evening, I'm going to write about our head honcho, the man known as Bagels.
I started to write this post and I made it about four paragraphs in until I realized it was unfocused shit. There's just too much to say and the more I try to say it, the less impact it makes. Hence, I'm going to make it short.
My health is a well-known topic around these parts, as is the emotional state it often puts me in. Bagels has offered to house me while I get treatment. There are very few people in my life (outside of family) who would make this offer to me, given the variables. I could count them on one hand and probably wouldn't use all of the fingers. Along with everything else he's done for me, this is the sign of a very strong, lifelong friendship which has meant more to me than I can adequately put into words. And he knows (or I hope he knows) that I would do the same goddamn thing for him. He's my brother, in a life where I wasn't blessed with any biological ones.
And he's really fucking awesome at Ys. Booyah.
I started to write this post and I made it about four paragraphs in until I realized it was unfocused shit. There's just too much to say and the more I try to say it, the less impact it makes. Hence, I'm going to make it short.
My health is a well-known topic around these parts, as is the emotional state it often puts me in. Bagels has offered to house me while I get treatment. There are very few people in my life (outside of family) who would make this offer to me, given the variables. I could count them on one hand and probably wouldn't use all of the fingers. Along with everything else he's done for me, this is the sign of a very strong, lifelong friendship which has meant more to me than I can adequately put into words. And he knows (or I hope he knows) that I would do the same goddamn thing for him. He's my brother, in a life where I wasn't blessed with any biological ones.
And he's really fucking awesome at Ys. Booyah.