mike's back

Date: 10/2/2016

P and I are having a get together with a lot of people. Friends of mine from everywhere show up and we have a cookout. Everyone is sitting in folding chairs in the lawn and for some reason I'm on the phone trying to get ahold of someone I don't remember. At some point, mike shows up. Somehow I knew he wasn't really dead. He admits he faked his death to get away from the daily bs. I don't even question it, I'm just glad to have him back. He has to go, and as he is walking out the door I say, "I love you, please be careful." (It's hard to even write. Mike was easily my best and only true close friend.) I hear P from another room telling me how she thinks it's messed up that he did that, and I just think, I couldn't be happier that he did. The party goes on, and I run into some people I knew in Louisville and they have sweet tarts soaked in psychedelics and weed oil. I don't do psychedelics anymore, but I think, why the hell not? So I chew a few up and leave. The party ends shortly after and everyone goes home.