Snow-Flaked

Today is Snow's birthday.

I cannot remember anymore how old she is or why we have stopped talking.

I turned into an outright, barely stifled snob and she decided to live her life the best way she can.

Sometimes, I think she got the better part of the deal.

Sometimes, I like thinking that I am better than her.

Any way we look at it, we both became whom we did not plan to become.

Which is not a bad deal when you think about it --- most of the population are caricatures of whom they intended to be --- so take comfort in the fact that even if it didn't happen (f*ing deep six that white picket fences bullsh*t) something still happened.

So Snow, hang on in there and continue glowing in the dark. I am hoping that eventhough your bar is located in a seriously remote area of your province, I am still hoping that it becomes a success on its own merit. We cannot undo what happened 6 odd years ago, neither can we go back to who we were --- I think those strangers had no idea that we are going to be who were are right now --- but at least they lived. Drugs, alcohol and stupid, advantage taking parties included.

And even when you veered off from my life and you are now (at least you appear to be) having a ball, am happy that at some in point time, I knew who you are.

Happy birthday and try to take your meds on time.

Laaters Snow.