Friends

Aug 19, 2010 -

I am getting old.

The world is changing around me and I can’t stop it.

Back in my day, being friends with someone meant you could go to lunch together.

Share a good meal.

Share a few laughs.

Escape from the hell of your day for an hour.

These days, I dine alone.

Why? Because the people who I thought were my friends go greeting card shopping for lunch.

What the fuck?

But, a good friend will do that. I guess.

You know. Get you a clever get well card.

Just in case you should ever get sick.

Well, I am sick of getting old.

And sick of eating alone. Laughing at my own jokes.

Happy trails to all my friends with their sick sense of humor.

5 Comments

Tina August 19, 2010 at 7:52 pm

Hey, Tim. You can come have lunch with me.

Eric Kam August 20, 2010 at 10:23 am

Get well soon.

Eric Kam August 20, 2010 at 10:25 am

Of course the only cure for getting old is…..

hmm…
Better to stay sick.

Stephens August 20, 2010 at 10:33 am

it used to be the only thing sick about me was my sense of humor.

stephens August 24, 2010 at 12:45 pm

Thanks for the offer Tina. Will take you up on that.

I wonder to myself quietly, “Does Eric Kam have groupies, too?”

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