I was in the big city yesterday, lucky enough to have a bunch of meetings (meetings = hope for bizness) and I found myself around the corner from where an old friend works. This person was someone, who, for the past few years, I have been very close to. As a result of the last few months of jumping on and falling off assorted wagons of vice, I had cut off communication... as I had with virtually everyone I know (except for immediate family).
Aside from being on hiatus from my band due to the same reasons, this was the most drastic self-censure I had undertaken. This person had helped me thru alot of psychotic and personal "episodes" (and been honest enough to call me on my shit) over the last few years, but, when I cut people off, I REALLY cut them off.
I swallowed my pride and visited them yesterday. I figured, the worst they could do was have me physically removed from the premises (I hadn't done anything to this person except cease communication, but ya never know how people are gonna react). Surprised to see me, even shocked, but I was greeted warmly. We talked for about 30 minutes, with yours truly attempting to explain the craziness of the last few months. As this person is no stranger to some of the demons that have visited me, it was very helpful and even therapeutic.
It went well and hopefully, when I am ready to venture out into the world of socialization, I'll have a comrade in arms again.
It's nice to have some real friends that don't turn their back on you. T'is a rare and noble gift.
Sometime To Return (Soul Asylum)
I ran the way I walked a fine line Wasted time or need to find You will call and I'll take mine And to remind me I am fine
What you are is What you see and You see me and we can be Something we can call we We are we are
Doing the what-we-can Working without a plan I'm beginning to understand It's getting out of hand
I have seen these do-si-do's I've walked up on this road before Picked it apart for hours and hours and Hours and hours Of turning Tossing and Looking and Listening To you and all the fuckedd up things you do
But you're doing the best you can With every grain of sand That's trickling through your hands So catch me if you can
If someday comes early Comes whipping, comes whirling To take you for all you have learned The tables are turning Your bridges are burning My destination sometime to return
Throw away your calendar and Sign up your salamander Get up and get down Right in the town and look around Get up and do something Your time to choose it Do it do it do it do it do it!
Doing the best I can Living without a plan I'm taking what I can get I haven't seen nothing yet If one day you wake up and Find what you make up Come and get me Come and take me there
Into your illusion I make my intrusion Anytime, anyplace, anywhere The hourglass is draining fast It knows no future Holds no past And all this too will come to pass Never forever whatever
If someday comes early Comes whipping, comes whirling To take you for all you have learned The tables are turning Your bridges are burning My destination sometime to return...