this morning #2138.

this morning, it’s been exactly two months since any of us have seen him. an intensifying distance sprang from his insistence on only going out of the house when he’s 100% certain that he won’t run into any of us. that’s what i’ve heard. when i last saw him, it was over a couple rounds of beers in what’d always been his favorite bar. thought we had a good time. they say that he hasn’t been back in since though. on that day, he didn’t look all that great but then again, when does he ever? the whole world weary wanderer look’s always been a large part of his charm. wish i knew what his deal really is. mysterious. i’m left wondering what the heck happened. totally noticing his absence. thought that we were closer than this.