I like him almost as much as my ex-friend. He has a lot of the same qualities that made me like them—I told him that he’s kind of like methadone to their heroin.
Today we drove to Goodwill and he stole some shit for me. Then we hung out in my car. Those just happen to be two of the things I miss the most about my ex-friend—I miss driving places with them, and going to Goodwill or wherever, and just hanging out in their car with them.
I still miss them and I’m always going to miss them. It’s always going to hurt that I have to just guess whether or not they’re OK, and that I never got to be a part of their life. But now I won’t be as sad.
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I’m glad you’ve got a buddy now! Sounds like it’s been a good month so far.
That’s great! The more friends, the merrier. Good luck with this one, and hopefully many more.
half joking
Communists should also strive to “be normal”, and having friends is being normal. Nice praxis!
I usually try to avoid engaging with cars, but hanging out in a car in a parking lot is such a vibe.
