Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

decompress

It might have sounded as if I failed my friend Dave, but I couldn't think of any way to save him. Then again it was up to him to make himself better. One also has to remember that I only saw him once every three or six months when we were in college. Nor was Dave the closest one in the group to me. Then there was the fact that we both had changed over time and I couldn't relate to him anymore.

Maybe that sounds like the easy way out, but it is the truth. What the Madison contingent did was so far removed from my daily existence. My life was going in a different direction than the one that they were following. The party lifestyle seemed less appealing to me long before it did to them.

I drove home from work this morning feeling good. The weekend was here. Then I fell asleep at noon and slept without any cares.

The night passed by without notice as I listened to Firecracker and The Lion and the Cobra. I have no idea what Lisa Loeb and Sinead O'Connor have in common, but those are the two cds that I chose.

 
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