I’m Jay, and this is my hetero-lifemate Silent Bob.
Death is an odd element that awaits at the life’s precipice. Personally, Charon has been rattling his coin purse in my ear. Close friends and family have taken the celestial trip across Styx for the past 5 years. This time my good friend Scott is in deep conversation with Osiris about the complexities of being alive.
When I got out of the Navy (the first time), Scott was my first non-high school friend in Indiana. He was a true intellectual with a unique insight into the minutiae of everyday life and rounded my literature acumen through the introduction of Hunter S. Thompson, Tom Wolfe, and Ken Kesey. Most importantly, our nocturnal preference made us an ideal match for hunting vampires.
We communicated less over time because the illusion of life convinced me that he will always be there when Chronos grant me more leeway.
Sadly, I did not document time spent with my Brother from another. My memories of our time will always keep driving me to do better in life.
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.