July 31st/Evening sometime...
"Hey boy look at me. Let me dirty
up your mind."
Kub flew out last night from NYC to play
with me. Little breaks are nice. Although it does amaze me on how
life must suck if you get a whim to fly 3000 miles for a drink with
a friend. *shaking head* - Reality for the rich is not the reality
of the poor.
I gave Russ a book a few Christmas's ago
titled, "The rich really are different then us." I bought
as a practical joke on how our relationship runs. Sometimes he just
doesn't "get" it. Yet, while I was over there one time
he mentioned it was the best gift he had received from a friend.
(I think he meant from a woman friend - as we all know - most of
my fair sex are willing to "give" him something else.)
Although I'm happy he has the ability to commute back and forth
from here to Chicago... I miss him.
Thus causing myself to wonder about traveling.
I always enjoyed any job that has allowed me to travel at least
75% of the time. Now, looking back I wonder how that has played
into my other relationships. I would like to say it played a very
little part. But after talking to a few others season or current
travelers I am sensing no matter how I try to down play it, traveling
can effect things. I will have to be more aware of that for the
future.
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