The Transporter Couch

I started this post, “how do your friends cease to be your friends?” And it was sort of an attack on some people I wanted to lay blame on, and whom I wanted to accuse aof abandoning me. But the truth is I abandoned them. I wouln’t presume to conclude that they needed me in their life, but I liked them in mine and it was I who walked away from them. Regardless whether or not it was warranted, it’s on me to embrace it. To savor it. To deal with it.

I just got a little harder.

I got a little buffer, too. I tanned a bit today …. in the actual sun. I don’t tan in beds. My dermatologist tells me I have too many moles and I tell him he has too many BMW payments. For the RECORD I have lots of moles but they’re all at the surface level and once upon a time they were “harmless.” I have, rather, a whole bunch of OTHER shit going on that is expensive and I don’t need my derm horning in on my miseries let alone creating them.

Apologies.