this morning #1233.

this morning, i hugged three of my closest friends goodbye & turned & sighed & crossed the street to the parking lot. got into my truck. lit up a smoke & sat there in silence, trying to take in what i’d just witnessed. it’s never just breakfast with these bitches. it’s fruit salad & juicy gossip. it’s a turkey bacon wrap with drama sauce on the side. oats & yogurt topped with gripe. i love them but it’s just too much sometimes. for the entire meal, they sat in judgment. no one was spared. friends. family. strangers. a steady stream of anecdotes peppered with the phrase “can you believe?” i try to stay out of it. after all, none of us are perfect. more & more, i’m learning that they certainly aren’t.