Sandy ego

I spent this last week in San Diego with my friend Tommy. I had been promising for the past 7 years that I would visit him...and finally, it happened.

Little background on Tommy..

We were really good friends around the 98-99 session. When we first met, we were drinking buddies. If I remember correctly, the majority of the time was spent trying to get alcohol, drinking alcohol, and getting as trashed as possible. This was the year of the house party, partly because half of us were underage, and partially because none of us had the cash flow to hand over as cover charge.

One of my first memories of Tommy, we were sitting on Erica's (the resident hoe) couch, wasted as can be. Someone was in the middle of telling a buzz-kill story about some parapalegic, when Tommy, who was quietly sitting next to me, turned his head and licked my arm. Not a porno lick, more like an ice cream cone lick. This sent me into hysterics of laughing and crying from laughing. After that, we were inextricably licked..
er.. I mean 'linked.'

Our friendship was somewhat curbed by a blonde harlot backstabby trashy fake tanned chubby upstate NewYorker who had a knack of scrwing up other people's lives. A little update on her.. she got knocked up at 20 and got married to some guy with the last name SIMONETTI.

I'm sure she and her husband are very happy owning their very own meatball sandwich stand on Jersey shore.

Back to Tommy.. he moved out to San Diego 7 years ago or so, went through a whole bunch of crazy, inclusive of the scary hot crazy bitch girlfriend who, of course, fucked him over. And smoked, snorted and ate as many drugs as possible.

Ahh, to be 20-something and reckless.. especially with a nice tan.

Tommy's great. He's one of the most pragmatic people I've ever met. He never makes a decision without turning over every possiblity in his head first. He figures things out. And unlike most people, he actually follows through.

I've been telling him for years that I'm unhappy in my station, and he's pretty much been waiting for me to get up and turn the dial. But he'll never tell me that. And I guess that's why I respect him so much.