the friends we keep | a Grand Guignol

I think about the friends I’ve stuck with over the years and come up with certain commonalities:

  1. They’re all weirdos
  2. They all enjoy holding opinions
  3. The opinions don’t have to make sense
  4. They have all survived the Coronaphage

Home is the place where you can argue freely and also the place where there is ample toilet-paper. My friends are always there to argue with me. And I thank them for it, if for no other reason other than that they’re very generous with their TP. You know you can’t say the same about all survivors.

So anyway yeah. All my friends are in the happy zone between nice and interesting. Not everyone was always nice. In high school we were all nasty bastards. It was a survival thing. And worth a brush-up as a plague-times skillset. You never know who’s getting eaten tomorrow. All my friends like to eat well.