me and my friend just hiked 6 miles worth of civil war trails in dc.
now we're gonna go get drunk.
my friends are awesome.
I can tell them anything (I don't).
and they don't give a shit how weird it is.
they are supportive.
and they just let me exist.
it doesn't matter if I'm moody, or flaky, or given to long streams of consciousness that loop
back into the history of Janet Jackson's "Control" album...
or some weird Martha Mitchell anecdote....
they are fucking present.
and I'm not a person who is good at articulating need.
but they suss it out.
God, I love my friends, man.
I do NOT deserve them.
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