Dear Sweet and Lonely Prince,

flights are cheap to vegas.

like really cheap. it is scary. all roads lead to home, I suppose.

I am not sure when I can make it. I spent yesterday at the hospital with my friend who attempted suicide,and when he was revived on the scene-refused treatment-then got arrested and treated against his will.He was my first true friend here. He brought me into the fold.On Valentine's day, 2003, I walked into a restaurant where he was. As soon as I walked in,alone, he had the whole restaurant stand up and wish me a happy valentine's day-then he gave me a big hug. Charismatic and big hearted-big hearted and unstable-like everyone in my life.

and the day before my friend died. I saw him like an hour before it happened-I passed him and just waved cuz it was cold and I was in a hurry. It is funny how we just move thru our lives, in our little bubbles, rubbing against other bubbles without ever really touching anyone or being touched.

but I guess all that touching stuff is what always gets me in trouble.Not that I ever mean to burst anyone's bubble.

MG