😢 I’m totally flattened. My best friend in the entire world is on a ventilator in a hospital about 80 miles away, and I can’t do a damn thing way up here about it except wring my hands pace the floor and cry. We lived together at one point and had considered moving back together while I was homeless when the housing opportunity I now have solidified. I only just found out by one of his neighbors constantly hearing me blowing up his phone since last Tuesday. She finally climbed through a window to find out why and retrieved my number. She’s good peeps for doing that. God dammit if I have to walk 80 miles to see him I’ll do it! There is chatter he may not make it, doctors are tight lipped and his ex is in California and none of us know that number. Got some coffee on while flipping coins in my head deciding if I can muster the strength to get through this if everything goes bad.
I’m turning to what I know… the blues.
Robert Johnson knows just what I’m talking about. The subject gender is switched in this song but the heartache is still the same.
