Allergies allegedly grieve a great alligator

Christmas cactus flower

Yesterday I got a message from my first best friend. He fell into hard drug towards the end of high school and I hadn’t talked to him since then, but he’s good now. I don’t know what to make of it all. First thing he did was apologize for the way things went. I understand that feeling because there are a couple people in my life I’d want to apologize to and I think it’s commendable to actually do it because reaching out to someone with no clue how they’re going to react is scary. Shoot, I’ll be too scared to text people to buy stuff on Craigs List. Of course I told him he’s got nothing to worry about when it comes to me, so I hope he slept a little better last night. I want to help people, so when he comes along my thought is to help him, but he’s handling himself and doesn’t need it. I don’t want to treat him like a charity case and throw stuff at him, but I don’t want to pretend to be “cool” and he ends up thinking I don’t care. I’ll try talking to him a little bit more today. I love him like a brother, but I don’t know him as an adult. What’s standard protocol for that relationship, I guess treat him like a human. I tried to get him in contact with a mutual friend of our’s that is better with this stuff. I can act like nothing happened and be fine, but I don’t think that offers a lot of closure. What crazy times. A thing I heard recently was early 2000’s dealt with Y2K and 9/11, they had plenty to fear then and the world pulled itself together. That’s what we’re all doing, getting some rest and recovery.

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