Man, I just want to share a good time tonight.
I'm sitting and watching Destination Truth (one of my favourite shows), and out of now where a knock at the door and my best buddy for nine years shows up. He showed me how to live and strive on the streets when I needed to, and now he's in my shower. Not like there's a 'thing' going ne, but a really good friend. He's one of the people that I know who speak kind words of me when they travel through my shitty city. When someones needs a place to stay or gets in shit from the cops, I'm the person who back them up.
And here he is, two years later. a couple rifts down the road, a couple of beers at the down-the-street-pub, showering in my home. I feel pretty good I'm a friend people can count on when no one else can.
To all those good feeling fella's out there. Make a good home for those who don't have one. It's what I do, and I feel good about it.