So my friend, Eddie, told me he was glad I had a new fire burnin’ under my ass. I agree I needed somethin’ to get me goin’. I want this to last…this motivation and desire to live again. I have time for one last great adventure and I want it to happen.
I was talkin’ to another friend, I won’t mention his name…not to protect the guilty….the betrayer….the manipulator but to avoid seeing his name in print. I always knew I couldn’t trust him but I still hated it being confirmed by the woman I’m courting. She said my nameless friend approached her and said, “I’m glad you and Joe are gettin’ along. And, seein’ how I’m the one who introduced you two, maybe you and I could do a little sumpin’ sumpin’.” As in humpin’.
I guess he didn’t think she’d tell me and add, “This man is not your real friend.”
She’s right, he’s not my real friend.
Eddie’s my friend.
She’s my friend.
He is not.