:: Electric Psychedelic Pussycat Swinger's Club ::

:: Thursday, July 01, 2004 ::

an open letter to friends

You were there for me when I first moved away from home. Despite the newness that surrounded us, there was an old familiarity to the place while you were around. You helped broaden my taste in music, setting the tone for what has evolved into a vampire-like thirst for new beats. We helped pick each other off the ground whenever life handed us swift kicks in the ass. You helped me get over the anxiety of being crushed out on some undeserving girly.

Some time would pass as we did our separate things. We've helped each other cope with lost loves and lost opportunities. When the chips were down, you were always there (hmm... possible connection here?).

You were there for me when my grandmother was slowly dying, unlike some people I trusted. We would hit the streets of New York after a long week of classes, soak up a scotch or five, and unleash hedonism and debauchery onto the clubs and bars of this great city.

Whether you're leading the charge on a late-night La Posta run, putting a smile on my face with your inability to grasp simple hip-hop slang, being obsessive compulsive in planning outings, making me laugh with your child-like sense of humor, or making a pack of smokes and a cup of coffee the only necessary ingredients for having a good time, you'll always be considered good company on this adventure called 'growing up'.

You sir, are a true-blue friend.

And although time and distance have taken their fair share, the memories have been written in stone.

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