Called out sick to work because I had too much school work to do. That cup is definitely full of whiskey.
It’s only 9:30 and I’ve helped one of my best friends establish connection to his bank through a US number and given him temporary authorization codes. He’s in Anguilla in Med School. While it’s all perfectly legal, I feel like my day has started as a pretense to some sort of heist. I’m going to walk with a criminal juke in my step for the rest of the day.
I went visit one of my best friends, Mike, yesterday. He and his wife are such wonderful people. Mike is an artist, primarily doing portraits but he dabbles in a lot of different styles. Mike had a great job with a corporation, making good money, but couldn’t really find himself in that position. Last January, he quit and does art full time now. I admire his courage to give it all up to completely pursue his passion. The reason that I write this is because last night when we were sitting around drinking he says, “Hey man, I have a birthday gift for you, but I’m reluctant to give it to you because I’m not sure of the reaction that you may have.” He gave me this. He has worked on it for the past two weeks, endlessly. I immediately started crying. He gets me to tell him stories of Pops all of the time because he says he pulls so much inspiration from this “myth” of a man. I just stared at it for a good 15 minutes because it’s like Pops is staring straight at me with that smile that would fill up a room. His eyes almost look like they have galaxies in them, much like they did in real life. Pops knew a secret to life that he never shared because he knew that Charles and I would figure it out one day on our own. Needless to say, this is quite possibly one of the best gifts that I’ve ever received. It’s really big, too. I’m going to hang it in my room later, so that every morning when I wake up, that encouraging smile will be the first thing that I see. Cheers to beautiful friends who understand us.