we would bullshit back an forth every time he would pop up... I was fully aware of his problem, but not just how serious it was. H e knew I would be on his shit when he fell off the wagon so to speak.. he both understood as to why and respected it as such... I never pulled punches with him.. again, he respected that... I guess that's why we remained friends even when we were mad at each other.....
but we also had a good time joking with each other...
I think the mutual respect is why he made sure that I knew that I wouldn't be talking and bullshitting with my friend any longer....I guess we'll have to wait til I'm where he is to have that fun again
I hate losing friends... but I have to imagine that they are in a much better place... he's with his mom, so I know he's happy