one fine rabbit

there are two levels of friendship.

some friends you can just sit around with forever and talk about every little thing. i can recall sometimes wasting late hours in old 24/7 diners, sharing the cheapest item on the menu and being crassly liberal with the refills on coffee. ticking away awful moments one by one that now i would crawl through a field littered with land mines to get back. watching the inky night slowly click on into day, that vague hour between five and six when you know there’s no escaping the sun. illumination in nearly imperceptible and wholly inevitable degrees. i fear i haven’t many friends like that any longer. none to crash the days away, zonked out and messy.

other friends down a forty and then pop in a dvd you’ve seen three or four times already. there is no talking. just watching, that same fucking scene with matthew mcconaughey. i know too many people like that.