Why do I sit around and question what’s going on? I wonder why we can’t be good friends. I want to be there. I want to get called or e-mailed just to see how things are going. I don’t want to be the last resort on a Saturday night when there is nothing better to do. I don’t want to be the guy that he hangs out with only because I have dvd’s to watch and beer to drink. I want to know where our friendship really stands, but I am afraid to ask. I know what that answer will be. I have, yet again, put myself in this position. I feel like I have been nothing short of hostile since before Christmas … maybe even long before that. Maybe that’s what’s going on. Who would want to be friends with a miserable, unpredictable bastard like myself. DVD’s and beer … at least I am good for something.