Day 112

Going to keep this brief. The day got away from me and it's already after 10PM. 

Dawn and I went to a show tonight. We saw Marc Maron at the Buckhead Theater. Good show. Not great, but good. Some of his bits hit close to home. Maybe a little too close. I'll have more to say on this in tomorrow's post.

While I was at the show I received a text from my fraternity brother and friend Tom. (For the record, I didn't look at my phone or read the text until after the show was over and I was outside the theater.)  It's evident from tonight's text that he's in pain, but Tom being Tom, he's trying to mask it with humor and bravado. I'm familiar with this evasion tactic having used it myself countless times. To Tom's credit, he recognizes that he's not in the best place but whether or not he does anything about it is yet to be seen. I guess texting me is a step. For now, I just want him to keep talking. Whether it's to me or someone else makes no difference. I know the power and value in being able to speak about the things that eat at us. 

That's a lot of what this blog is about, my stream of conscious thought about what is on my mind - the good, the bad or the meh - as the days roll forward since my arrival in the After. I "talk" through the words that I write which some people graciously choose to listen to by reading my posts. Even if no one read them, I'd still write them. It's come to mean that much to me. 

Peace be with you, brother. 

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