I Need My Goober
Everybody should have a Goober in their lives… the best friend of the opposite sex that is there with a shoulder or an ear whenever your low enough to need it but to stubborn to aske for it.
Mine if off limits, by the way. There’s a short list of things that I don’t share and my Goober is one of them.
If things were different.. if time and space were different.. if he wasn’t six fucking states away.. things probably would have taken a different turn. But as it stands, I can honestly say that he’s always been there for me. Especially when I need the ego stroke..
He knows everything there is to know about me… more then my mom does.. and is STILL brave enough to call me his friend.
The way things are right now :: I’ll post it seperately :: I’d gladly put up with the sausage pizza (his favorite.. definately NOT mine!) and Yeugling beer to be on the receiving end of one of his big ol’ bear hugs.
We’re actually in the same time zone.. he has to train in Virginia Beach all week.. and if I would have planned alittle better and did things differently.. I would have gladly booked the 97 buck Amtrak train to just spend alittle time with him.
Especially because it would be on my birthday.
And nothing goes better then Birthdays and Goobers… well, and sausage pizza!
