Half Nekkid Friends

Well if I'm posting a half-nekkid picture of myself then that must mean it's Thursday. :X

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Today while in training at work I received a call from none other than Dr. K. *gasp*

It seems he's made his way out of his bathroom stall and into Shawn's hospital room. Dr. K and Shawn go way back, for some reason I tend to think they are related.... but I can't be certain and neither of them want to give me the back ground into their 'relationship'.

Dr. K thinks it would be important for me to jot down some fond events and any random memories of the last 9 years Shawn and I have co-existed within each other's alternative bubble.
I agreed that I think this may be a good idea and the right path to healing.

BUTT hold the phone, opportunity for trouble abounds!!!

Do I make shit up for fun?
--You love to wear your underwear on your head when you drink too much.
--I remember that one time you stuck the baby carrot in your nostril and it got lodged there.
--Do you still wear your anal plug all day?
--Emanuel Lewis is your hero and you love the Britney Spears hit me baby one more time CD.
--You have an epiphany for garlic and you are clearly homosexual, you just haven't told me yet.

(CRUEL but tempting).


Or do I just be honest and remind him of the wonderful big-brother type he's been to me for the longest, and how accepting he's been of my faults and embarrassments?

I'm beside myself, with laughter and creativity while building my list. It's amazing how many stones we set into the foundation of friendship... And somehow, with some effort and compromise we always seem to build a house of cards that withstands the strongest winds and we accept each other as souls instead of people.

Weird how we forgo the body in that sense. I think only friendship has the power to do that. No other emotion I know can negate feelings of intimacy in the physical form... or attraction....

No doubt, sometimes it's easy to see where your bread can be buttered, but not often do we cherish our coveted brand until the grocery store no longer stocks it. I plan on continuing to buy the butter that has melted happily on my muffin for a long, healthy time. I can't convince myself that the new brand is all that great.

So I go with the true past. And yeah, the Meatball story is TOTALLY in there.

Wow that was sappy. Apologies.

Now that I think about it... Instead of spewing the last 9 years of nut-busting memories down on the ol' college ruled, perhaps I should really kick that short term memory into high gear and suit up.

Slip on the PVC, Boots, and top it off with baggy jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt, slip into his room and pass him one little school-like note. As he unfolds it perhaps I should proceed with shedding a layer....

and be ready for when he says the two magic words hidden in the pulp.

"Therapy Time."

You think that might work? heh.

Friends don't let friends drive drunk. But friends let friends whip each other with a cat o' nine tails all the time... don't be silly, it's a known fact.



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