My neighbor’s leaving at the end of the month.

Stupid Michigan.

Lately, I’ve gotten to know her so much better, with one of us constantly sneaking over to the others for late night rap sessions, after our boys are in bed.

Not like gangster rap rap sessions, even though I can freestyle like a motherfucker, but just like hours of talking and laughing over wine.

Our friendship reminds me of a favorite Storypeople print of mine (one of many)…

“You’re the strangest person I ever met, she said & I said you too & we decided we’d know each other a long time.”

Sigh.

Thank God, Butters is keeping us together.

I mean, it’s been like living next door to myself, you guys.

With the exception of the homemade pancake delivery, of course.

That bitch can bake.

Texts from last night…literally.

(Mine are in blue)

This morning….