To My True Friend
I wrote this the day I heard of the passing of my dear friend Matt Newton. I'll add a few more thoughts today, the day of his Celebration of Life. --- I heard the news last night that an ex of mine passed away. It sounds so distant, so casual, so disaffected to say it that way. What I mean to say is that someone I considered to be a friend, someone I loved, passed and I can't cope. I'm supposed to be at work. I'm currently one of the few lucky enough to be employed by the beautiful, fickle Portland film industry. I'm surrounded by the "cream that rises", artists and artisans employed because they are the very best at what they do. Today, taking a seat among them, my hands sweat and shake, my stomach roils, my mind wanders. The me from now feels a complete stranger to the one who knew my friend. My body is in Oregon and my heart, thirteen years ago in North Carolina. I've nothing to do with these movie stars around me. My heart is with him on a