Dude, I totally miss you. Feels like I’ve lost my best friend. Remember when we decided to go to Venice? And then we were just going to drive around in a van, getting drunk? Maybe trip off to Cali sometime? Yeah, I miss keeping you up into the wee hours of the morning just talking about dreams.

You still haven’t read my Kerouac books or my Sandmans. And I still haven’t heard that pirate metal band you used to talk about. What was it, Alestorm?

I guess real life got in the way. And the ocean got in the way, too. Bitch.

There’s a river in the road to friendship, and that river is the Atlantic Ocean.

Thank God for the Internet, though.

I’ve been a bad friend. Haven’t been there when you needed me. I’m sorry.

So, we can fix this, right? Talk more than once a decade? I’m gonna try to be on tomorrow if you want to talk? I want to.

lessthanthree

P.S. I still want to go to Venice.