And anyway, Eric got us all laughing with his rendition of Peezy sitting at home, crying and masturbating. It's one of those things that doesn't really translate well to the written word, but the gist was Eric pounding on the counter with his fist, while sobbing "why hasn't she called me?!?!?"
Ah Eric. Eric is one of my favorites. Eric had a remarkably crappy New Years which involved a four hour walk from Evans City to Cranberry. Yes, I said walk. And yet Eric, who seems to take just about everything in stride, seemed very nonplused by this turn of events. I like Eric's sense of calm. It's contagious.
So what to write? What to write? One of these days I'm going to find the thing that I need to do so that I can find some peace and move on. Is it this letter? Doubtful. Every so often I think I've reached that point of closure, and then I seem to find myself locked in my car and sobbing once again. I guess sometimes a person on situation just reaches inside your psyche and turns you inside out.