Dear Ambre,
I want to start by saying HEPPY BIRFDAY! Getting older kinda blows, but at your age it probably still means something to you and I wish you a good one! It has been probably a year and some since I last spoke to you in person. It’s kind of inexcusable, but its what happens when you are a shut in like I am. We had some good times back at the café, or atleast I did watching you fend off the advances of mentally ill gentleman callers at 4 am. It was such an odd thing to see you there, though in a lot of ways I guess you fit in just fine.
I remember going to Theo and Stacy’s a couple of times and getting food after your shift, again, old dudes and the mentally ill, which made it a pretty easy transition from the café. I also remember waking up on your couch once with the most brutal hangover ever, and you trying to get me to drink some of that vitamin shit you always had. I got home later and pretty much slept in the shower. Ahh drinking is so fun!
We had some good times you and I, and unlikely duo at best, but we made that shit work for a spell. I have been meaning to track you down at the Strutt, but I just can not bring myself to go into that place. I have no idea why, but I think I have finally given up on that building. I have frequented like 8 businesses there over the years and every one of them failed, so I guess this is an experiment to see if it will stay open if I stay out.
We have had little interaction on fb, other than the occasional posting for some event at the stutt, or my grumbling about said invite. Also you don’t seem to update at all either, so really I don’t think this will be all that big a deal as things go. All the same I assume you still have my info, so if at some point you feel froggy and want to chit chat for a bit, give me notice and we can make it so.
Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,
Curt
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