Some people you meet and you just know…
There will never be another friend, like this friend.
No one else can make you as angry or as happy. No one else “gets” you. No one else can get away with saying the kinds of things you’d let this person say.
Certain people become a part of your insides. And when they exit before you do, it’s hard not to spend the rest of your life wondering, “what would he/she have thought about this, done with this, said about this…”
You make your peace with things the older and wiser you get. Memory becomes a blessing and a curse.
And life’s just life. It’s exactly what you make of it. And of old friends…
(The silliest people on earth, after midnight, Fairfax Village – Neff T’s last visit to LA, to shop with ZZZsssen!)
les said,
July 29, 2009 at 7:43 pm
I became friends with Nev when we worked together at a bakery in SF in 94-95. He was my one true friend during that time in my life. I am so sorry to learn of his passing.
He was a good soul.
I’ve tried looking for him in recent years and just found this post yesterday.
jhstrega7 said,
August 6, 2009 at 2:04 am
Les, Nev passed away Halloween 2002. Please feel free to write me if you want to chat more about him. XO.