From 2015

I’m busy today, so I dug up an old bit from a story I thought I could write a few years ago (I couldn’t). This excerpt was written shortly after a falling out with a dear friend. We haven’t quite recovered from that, but I miss his company all the same.

It’s easy for me to say I don’t need anybody, and I don’t, though I would prefer not to live my life all alone. Humans are not like algae (aside from being an unpleasant consequence of Nature). Unlike algae, we cannot sustain ourselves or reproduce by merely existing, attractive an existence as that might appear to be at times.
Humans need food, water, air, of course — and, because we are very selfish, entitled creatures of convenience, humans need hopes, relationships, and whatever other abstract concepts we attach ourselves to so that we can muster the will to breathe, build, and populate the planet:
“Like an unpleasant algae-growth at the steps of a community swimming pool in mid-September.”
I was always trying too hard back then. It might make me cringe now, the way I spoke, but looking back, I’d wear an ass as a face if it meant I was still doing my very best. What’s it, two-and-a-half weeks since Fancyman’s?
“Ha! Spot on.”
Those days, it was possible to impress Devrim. He tried a little less.
“I don’t know, I kind of think that people are really good for the most part. I mean, I know everything is always the worst, but not actually, right?”
Michael, who we call Mike, which I spell like “Mich” because I’m a funny little fucker, might have had the biggest impact on the language of TOP’s early campaigns.
That’s when we did the most damage.
“Of course.” I was quick to agree with Mich, most of the time. “I guess it’s better to focus on that.”
“I kind of like September.” Devrim flashed a subtle grin.
Earlier I’d referred to humans as very selfish, entitled creatures of convenience. I still think so — Mich helped me realize why that was the worst, but not actually. I sleep better for it, though I don’t try hard enough since he left Devrim and I, who have dutifully eroded any prestige he might have earned TOP in the beginning.

Letting go of the past. On to new things. Going to meet Mich at 5 o’clock to revive a five year old television pilot— Kid Young, P.I.