...and it's the music again that seems to save me on this drive home. Carwell taps my knee to point out the correctional facility and I smile. It's one of many smiles that have been a surprise on this trip. There's been so much laughter. I think it's so we wouldn't cry. I think it's because we both project a strong exterior and in times like this our softer, vulnberable sides are forced--or perhaps naturally surface--to support our dearest friend.
Cardwell asked me yesterday what I expected from friendship. My vague response was that I expected everything that I would expect from a relationship with someone minus the sex. Then my serious response was: RESPECT, HONESTY AND A SENSSE THAT THEY COMLETE A PART OF ME. TRUST...HERE TAKE MY CAR. Someone I would trust with my life. I think I've always known the value of this true type of friendship so I have kept my friendship circles small and diverse.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
