I was just looking through cam pictures, I've never actually been through them all. And I found a picture of him, really good pic, he looked terribly handsome, the way I like to remember him. So I posted it on Twitter for Throw Back Thursday. I didn't name him in the tweet, but I don't know how photo tagged tweets work. If twitter brings it to the attention of the tagged, or what. I'm expecting a "take it down, now" tweet from him any time now.
I didn't do it to piss him off. I did it as a tribute to him. I still don't see why he can't tell me what I did and at least let me know. He doesn't have to let me give excuses. I know what my deal was, I'm fucking crazy and seeing him after all the years of "what if" threw me for a loop, I didn't know how to behave, so I didn't. Je ai été très mauvaise.
Here's the picture. He doesn't come here anymore. He has a life.
It's flattering, right? I think it is. I guess his reaction, if any, will depend on his mood.
Of the triangle of us from my freshman year of high school in SoCal, he is the most successful. We are all writers. The other two points of the triangle are also fiction writers. I'm not. I went with the artistic. M went with the entrepreneurial approach to being a writer. And Carter writes the hell out of articles for local weeklies and I'm sure does more now that I just don't know about.
Ah, me.