Tag: Paul

Lonely Day

Today was horribly, horribly lonely for me. Although it is unfair to say that without qualifying that today had its good parts. But understand that the good parts consisted of my parents celebrating the anniversary of thirty-three years of married life (not helping with my feelings of acute loneliness) and my dear friend Paul’s wedding […]

Parting With Paul

When I take on a friend, it’s not something I do lightly: I’m in it for the long haul. That is why I chose to be absurdly unpopular and generally hated right up until about grade six (and then just mostly hated until grade twelve). It allowed me to be more selective later in life […]