This weekend, a former neighbor who moved halfway across the country is in town for a visit. So last night, he called the old gang together at the pub for the evening. The party was to go until closing time at 2 o'clock in the morning.
He is a guy's guy. A party boy. The one who gets the girls and the other guys envy. He left broken hearts all over the place when he left, and a few old lovers came back last night to see what might happen. He and my good friend were never lovers but were close the entire time he lived here and have kept in touch ever since. She really has been looking forward to this visit.
He and his old singing buddy entertained us. He was in his element. Until another one of his lovers showed up - the one we hear is a coke head. Then he slipped out with her and a few others to go to a strip club while the rest of us stayed at his party. Without him.
We had fun without him, and our small group of friends capped off the night with breakfast at the town's most famous diner. It's an iconic place with streetwise servers who have been there for years, and it took me over a year of living here for my first visit.
He fucked up. My friend was so mad at him for leaving after he made such a point to make sure she would be there. They traded a few texts during the night. He took something and woke up unsure of where he was.
I may not know were he is, but I do know this. He's there without friends. And his real friends may not be around next time he comes for a visit.
Love to the single girls,
Addison
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