The good news is that I don't seem to need these friends anymore.
ONce they were the most importanat things in the world to me. A reason to live. A way to relate to the world. Joy, Danager, Excitement, challenge, wild laughter. It all died and not the way Chaz Palmanteri died in Mullholand Falls. But silent, invisible, unreal, fake, aombie like shells of their bodies now overtaken with automoton performing vehicles. I am alone, with no bridge back. No desire to return. No passion. Only fear and the absence of feara.
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