So he finally came and got his stuff. Dropped off the keys said his snide remarks. Gave me his attitude for one last time. This is all after I told him "I tried to remain your friend, you contiue to use me…I gave you months to come get your shit and get your stuff together…things will never change"  well, that’s finally over and resolved its sad he messed up so much we can’t even be friends.

Meanwhile my buddy is leaving the gayborhood. I helped him pack some his stuff and its sad. I remember when kept going through my mind. When you got this furniture. When we made passionate love here. When I fixed your computers. When we got fish for the tank. Anyways, he’s  got a new place for us to create new memories. Friends are the one who hwlp you move.

And last I’m an uncle again. His name is daniel and I have seen him but his named after my cousin who got murdered. I didn’t know that was gonna be his name until he was born and my mom called me while I was at work. Kinda tore me up for a moment.