Friday, May 4: We'll call this "farewell"

A little bit of Wild Turkey with a friend after being ejected from work surprisingly early.  It is sweet and woody and harsh.  He's a good friend, Ryan - taller than most, amiable, intelligent.  We've just learned that our dear friend Kyle (yes, that noble Kyle listed somewhere(s) below) is in a bad way and the thought of it makes the heart hurt. 

There are good men out there, my friends.  Good men who will sit with you on a bar stool and knock it back neat.  Many (most?) aren't of the religious persuasion.  Thank God for that. 

I bus home, turkey coursing through my veins.  The lady and daughter are gone up north for the evening.  I sleep long and hard, lonely, but not in despair.