If you’re following this blog, you know I’m participating in the ‘30 Days of Truth‘ project I’ve seen on other blogs. It’s helping me commit to posting every single day, since I’m also taking part in The Daily Post project.
Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
"Drift" by Marni Mutrux
Many people drift in and out of our lives. As we grow older, we come to accept this as fact, and are better equipped to deal with it as a part of life. We come to understand that some relationships are transitory, and sometimes a person’s presence serves as a learning experience for us.
“Every moment in life is a learning experience. Or what good is it, right?”
– Paul, ‘Six Degrees of Separation’
His name was Jesse. He was my best friend in the last couple of years of high school. We became like brothers after he transferred to my school. Both only children, we came from different worlds. His parents were pretty small town and friendly, but they had money. His mom drove a sports car and his dad bought him a sweet little jet black Nissan pickup with tinted windows and chrome rims with low-profile tires.
Every single time I hear “Pony” by Ginuwine (which isn’t often, but still) I think of that truck, and him, and us riding through town on Friday nights, cruising the main drag just like all the other kids, because there wasn’t shit else to do in that town.
My parents’ old house sat right next to our new house, in total disrepair. Half the thing was torn open/falling down, literally. My dad started tearing it down, and well, stopped. We, being the industrious young men we were, turned the old living room (which was fine but had no heat) into a bachelor pad. We each had a sofa to sleep on, a TV, and a fridge. That was the life.
We got measured for prom tuxes together. I used to buy us 30 packs of Natty Light when I was 17, from a convenience store in town – it always seemed to work – maybe it was my goatee and chops. He caught me jerking off to a nudie mag once and then casually asked me which pics I was looking at. lol. We smoked so much pot I actually hallucinated (pink elephants – wtf was in that weed?) and threw up outside. We were 16 and 17. We were brothers.
He was the first person I came out to, a few weeks after I graduated high school. I was terrified that he’d reject me. He didn’t. He thought it was the coolest thing.
It was the summer of 1997. He and his family had moved to another town about 30-40 minutes away. I was busy getting into college and getting a job in a town 45 minutes in another direction. And, as life goes, we drifted apart. Less and less calls between us, and so forth. I saw him one other time. I was back at my parents house for a bit, and he just happened to be in town visiting. He dropped by for about 45 minutes or an hour or so, and we just visited. But I’d already changed. And he had graduated, and was changing himself…off to start his own independent life.
And so it goes. But once upon a time, we were best friends. I wonder what ever became of him. I miss him.