friends
hey kiddo ,
once apon a time , ages ago , you gave me a book about
picasso for my birthday . and a card that was really , really
nice , although i have to admit , i cant remember exactly
what it said . and now , where are we ? you are going to
move to NY to be with the women you love , and i am in
france OF ALL PLACES , can you imagine ? it's been ages since
we lived together , and i miss you ! god , we hated college .
but : i really don't think i could have made it through without
you . so many nervous breakdowns avoided , just spending
time , or falling asleep in your room , endless conversation
that no doubt would seems silly to us now . but god ,
how important they were then . listening to you , listening
to yo la tengo , driving nowhere , anywhere , just to be in
the truck and moving . it makes me homesick just thinking
about it . and i know we never talked about it . but shit :
you were , without no doubt , my best friend , and you are
still so important to me, eventhough now we talk only once
in a blue moon . that said : it's been too fucking long , huh ?
this letter is a shout out to say that we should plan a trip
together . or we used to be friends in our unhappiness . i
wonder what it will look like to be friends now that both
of us are happier? cant wait to find out
- icca