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There are people that come into your life that you spend a lifetime tuning and tweaking the relationship to become what it is you feel you should have in a true friendship. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t; the point you decide that perhaps it was all for naught. Then there are people come into your life and you click with from the very minute you meet them. From that very first instant, you’re destined to great times together.

I have one of those friends I’m going to talk about today. I’m not going to mention his name outright but you’ll see him in the picture and if you know him, chances are you know why I say the things I do. We met just a few months ago, really. He had some people that he was working with to try to help them get a radio/podcast thingy-ma-bob working or started or figured out and brought them in to see me. I talked with them 1brucetimand that was a great meeting. Things haven’t panned out, yet, but I’m hoping they’ll come around. I like them just fine no matter what. But this person, the Right Reverend Cool, asked if he could stick around and talk to me about some business as well. I guess he liked my vision and what I had to say. Again, we clicked.

We decided to start working together on a podcast idea that he had and it was easy to work with him because he has a career history in radio both locally and in much bigger markets. It’s hard to find much bigger than Chicago, eh? There’s places but, still. So, we worked together. But, that wasn’t it. We became good friends. We started hanging together with other great friends outside of the work and had many conversations, some less lucid than others, and all of them were great, even if just silly stuff and music and general stuff. A lot of times he talks over my head, but of course I’m not going to tell him that. I don’t want him to think I’m dumb.

He moved away for a bit, roughly 2 months, give or take. He moved back to Chicago. It just so happened to be when I was going up there with The BCPF for her work. We got to meet up for one day and actually went to a White Sox game. It was the last time I saw him until the Texas Pete Culinary Arts Festival. He had mentioned he was coming back as he had taken care of or put to bed the circumstances he had to go back for. That was a great thing. He’s a great guy, all around and he’d give you the shirt off his back even though it would be 7 sizes to small for me. I see Chris Farley singing “fat guy in a little coat” when I think of it. I find it hard to believe there is a more genuine person in the world than this dude of all dudes. In such a short time he’s become really, really important to me. Enough arse kissin’.

Apparently, my blog post yesterday threw some people off and to them, it seemed kind of cryptic. Only those who really knew what was going on were the ones that didn’t wonder for the worst. A few had sent texts or IMs and I had to assure them that all was well it’s just a hurdle that I got to walk around and not jump over. Today, he happened to be downtown and wanted to come see me. I was on my way to lunch and he went with me and we sat and had lunch and got to have a good conversation and he voiced his concern with my post. Again, all is well. We talked about restarting his podcast, which, no hurry for, when he’s ready. We talked about my visions for The Less Desirables Network‘s future(s), yes plural. It was just a good talk. Right Reverend Cool makes me feel good about me and the world. The BCPF says she loves him, too. For her reasons only, mostly because of me, and I can’t blame her for those. I know he was only gone for a small amount of time but I have to admit that I really missed him whilst he was gone. He’s back and I see a lot of cool things happening in the future. Cheers to my good great friend! Everyone should be so lucky to have a friend like him. And, to all my friends, I feel quite lucky to have you all in my life.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

“I would like to be remembered as a man who had a wonderful time living life, a man who had good friends, fine family – and I don’t think I could ask for anything more than that, actually.” – Frank Sinatra