“we may be through with the past, but the past ain’t through with us.” – magnolia

suppose a voice from the past pops up completely out of the blue. someone you’ve, in one way or another, tried to avoid, get over, and come to peace with for, oh, say, five years. and yet, the nausea is somehow balanced with intense curiosity. you’re asked to get together for drinks and catching up.

and, oh, yeah: the whole thing was done via facebook.

what do you do?

i’m thinking bourbon, in the short term…