Monday, August 31, 2009
Who are your friends?
You never know who your friends are. Not really.
They say, "A friend in need is a friend indeed".
It means, when you're down and out... your real friends rise to the surface.
I only have a small handfull of friends. People I would do anything for, help move, paint their house...that kind of thing. Things no body wants to do.
But I have a couple. For some reason they tolerate me, my frequent absences and quirkly behavior. To say I love them for it, is an understatement.
I have a friend. His name is Rick. If you'd asked me 15 years ago I would not have counted him among them. But as time goes on, I find a new appreciation for him and yes, his friendship.
After all, he was the one who rescued my phone from the cab driver in Long Beach after The King stranded me there. I'll never forget it.
He took me to a concert the other night. I know the only reason he asked is because there was not another soul available but, for some reason, I don't care. When you're friends, you don't care. It's not the same thing as a relationship.
Relationships come and go. Friends are forever.