Dear Michael,
You are one of my fellow morning counter folks. That wonderful hour of the day when no one says much of substance, other than to express the days possible length, or the preceding nights escapades. Usually if conversation were to be had it was done facing into one’s coffee, slowly tapping a cigarette in the ashtray (as was the custom at the time).
I remember you as an affable person, quick with a smile and in general you seldom said anything that didn’t need saying. I know this sounds like a tepid description, but to me it’s a often over looked virtue. In the café you more often than not needed hip waders to wallow your way though the miles of bullshit being spun out by anyone with an audience. But you would only add something if it was fitting, funny, or insightful.
I think we may have discussed work a little, maybe had a few chats on the failings of society, but by and large we could happily sit next to one another and just smoke and drink, knowing that atleast one of the chairs next to you wasn’t occupied by some gibberish-spouting-18 year old- fuck wit.
I hope I will still get to see you from time to time at the café when I drop in. If not for conversation, then atleast the cultivated nod of recognition that makes a pretty solid friendship in my book.
Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,
Curt
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