“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard

Sunday, June 19, 2005

So I went to see Batman Begins tonight.

First off, I want to say that it kicks complete ass and you should all go see it. They finally goddamn got it right. I'll be writing a full review of it for TerriblyWrong.com very soon.

I didn't really have the money to go, but fuck it. I needed this. I needed it bad. When your life is in the shitter and a handful of your best friends that you hardly ever see in the same place at the same time anymore drop in and say "We're going to go see Batman" you fucking go.

And I think a great time was had by all.

Brian was in from wherever the hell in Virginia he lives now. I've been there, but I'll be damned if I can remember where it is. He brought his new lady friend with him. She's way cool, and I'm not just saying that because she reads (and likes) my work. (Although, admittedly, that does help.)

Brian's cousins Mike and Scott came along. Mike brought his boy Christopher who absolutely loves me after seeing the assortment of sharp objects I have in my living room. (By the way, if anyone is looking to buy a sword just let me know.)

And last in order, but not in stature, was Big John who'd just happened to stop by and came along with us.

All of this was great and helped distract me from the fact that it is, as I write this, Father's Day. It's a day that I usually try to ignore. It's easier to let it go by without a thought, but this year it's kinda hard.

I just got off the phone with another good friend who's father is going through a bad mess right now. The father of two of my good friends actually, though you'll rarely see me in the same place as both of them at the same time. Anyways, what thier Dad is going through makes my bullshit problems look like nothing.

They've both called me recently and I didn't realize it till I got off the phone tonight, on Father's Day, that I tended to keep changing the subject when they brought up what thier Dad was going through.

Have I really not dealt with losing my Dad? Have I just kept changing that subject too?

It's bad enough that I'm avoiding my own emotions, but I'm blocking others from expressing thiers to me and that's not right. Because as crappy as my life might get my friends have been there for me and I know that when I'm sitting in my shitty house in the dark with no watter or power they'll still be there.

And I couldn't ask for a one of them to be any better.

I promise to be a bit more talkative next time guys. I promise.

Happy Father's day everyone.


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