Deeear Joooohn,
First of all a most happy birthday to you! I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate your birth than giving you a life without yours truly and my inane posts of timewasters, tech articles, bitch fests, and of course the adorable animals that no man of my age should be posting.
As I move forward in this little experiment, it is beginning to dawn on me that I have the memory of a goldfish…some would say the genitalia as well. When I try to remember specific things you and I spoke of over the years, it is mostly a fog. This fog was ofcourse the counter of the Fourth Coast chain smoking our respective free time away in between work sessions. I recall some mutual bitching about customer service, the drama of the café, and of course the inevitable downfall of the society around us.
The main thing I remember about talking to you is we seldom disagreed on things. While in many circles agreeing with me is not considered a complement, to me someone that I can talk to who atleast will give the drivel that flows out of my mouth a chance is a good person to keep company with. Not to mention anyone sitting next to me at the counter that wasn’t either A) a dribbling mess from their recent tottering back from the methadone clinic B)a wildly delusional old hag that seems to think her opinion on anything matters shit to anyone or C) A and B in some form of combination.
You saved me from a manslaughter charge atleast 3 times that I can remember and for that I will always be grateful.
All that being said, as I step forward in this social networking suicide it’s nice to know you were one of the first to usher me off. I insist that you keep in contact via email, you know incase you need some more lolcats for your feed.
Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,
Curt
P.s. Again, Happy Birthday!
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