There are different types of friends.
I've been blessed, I guess... I didn't have many as a child, and I have several now. Including people I consider close friends.
What do I mean by a close friend? Well... if I had a body to get rid of, I would call one of these people to help. And would be confident that they would show up with the garbage bags and shovels.
Arms and Fury is one of these people. Of course, he'd be my last choice... cuz he'd bust my chops the entire time...
"Nother dead hooker, huh noobed?"
Anyway... one of these friends, Bruce, gave me a call tuesday.
Bruce is getting divorced. And since I was best man at his wedding... well, this depresses the hell out of me.
And Bruce is BITTER. He's already calculated how much money he would have saved if, instead of getting married, he had hired a "professional" for $500 a night, three nights a week, over the last 7 years in which he'd been married.
He's 39. His entire life, he's gone to sleep at 8:30, woken up at 4:30, and worked his ass off. And he's just found out, as he told me, that this is not what adults do. Adults enjoy life. Listening to him made me want to cry.
He's gonna come visit me for a coupla weeks in november. I don't know what he's really looking for. He has a tendency to visit me when he gets lost. Besides his sister, I'm the only person he really has any history with (we met in high school). He was so estranged from his family/birthplace that when his mother died, his people had no idea how to get in touch with him. Eventually they told my father, who told me... and I'm the one who had to tell Bruce.
If this visit coincides with the WotLK release, Ima gonna be PISSED.