Take notes. A quickie How To quickie bullet point friendships. I have five thousand “friends” on facebook. I do not need a “friend.” I need a home. I need to trash this car I am living in. The minute your “Real Friends” figure out you might be in trouble (hurricane is trouble times ten.), they all run. Ghosted. By your “Real Friends.” I find this quickie offensive. It glosses over integrity. It glosses over reciprocity. Sounds like advertising and the – point you can do everything, have everything – is a summation that gets crammed down our throats the first of the year, Editorial Platitudes. A paradigm. In a real pinch (like a hurricane and homelessness) you, too, can have a relationship because we all know how to build a house.

I do not care about your relationships. Late at night, it’s freezing cold and the dogs are shivering on the floor of the car. My dogs are my relationships. Simple. Open the can and feed them. Not too unlike what real people do and real people do not shiver in the cold. They have tea, and cookies, and relationships based on nothing but etiquette and the wind. Like the wind rocking this car. Friendships are built on very thin ice, and I have seen friend after friend, fall through. 2024. How did that work for you. 2025 will be Run For Your Life. The rapist will call the tunes that shape your life. “I get to rape whoever I want.” Doesn’t sound like much of a relationship. “Oh, but we believe in the power of love.” One quickie of horrid journalism.