So, I was giving this a lot of thought before. How one of my friends passed me by, and now we never talk. We used to talk almost every night. And he helped me through my bad times and I tried helping him through his... and now he's turning into this famous singing Yooper, and we don't talk like, ever.
Sammi and I even went up (last fall?) to see one of his concerts. It was messed up. Like, seeing someone that you've known for several years and you knew them before they became something... and all of a sudden it's all fangirls and t-shirts with his face on them and bracelets with his name on them and all this STUFF dedicated to him. It was surreal, and we felt like creepers. For the first half of the set we sat in the second to last row in the back of the theater. I swear, there were so many girls there, I couldn't believe it. I mean, he's a hella good looking guy, but they were starting at age 8 and I believe there were probably some cougars there as well. It was weird.
And the whole point of driving all the way up there was to see his concert. We were there for a few days, just to see him. We saw him for less than a half hour at Big Boy. I know he's busy, he always has been, but we're some of his oldest friends I believe. He couldn't make a little more time for us? I'm angry about that still. He doesn't even put forth the effort to talk to us at all. We've tried, separately, to get with talking to him again. But he's too busy. Always too busy.
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