WARNING: THIS POST IS NOT TECHIE AND IT IS VERY SAPPY!! If you are likely to flame me for writing such a thing, then please do not read it and leave it alone. Thanks.
I am 40 years old.
I mention this to put in context where this discussion comes from (pardon ending on preposition if you would; it's late). I am not your typical 40 yr old in many, many ways...as anyone I knows me can attest. I am very, very fit (last physical shows me at 106/68 BP and a resting heart rate less than 60), and I am very, very geeky. I refer to myself as high level functional geek; I can walk in geek circles yet can also avoid being looked at strangely in "normal" company. I am the geek equivalent of Blade the Daywalker. I like that about me, actually.
For those of you who don't know, I also work at an online pr0n company, arguably the largest in the world. If you looked at VOD pr0n (Video On Demand) today, chances are we hosted it. Not sure why I felt compelled to say that right here and now, but I suppose I am feeling a little like confessing, like opening up.
Anyway, I just had my 40th birthday. It was largely unremarkable except for the time I spent with my son. My wife spent the money to fly him here so we could go to Atlanta for the weekend to see Green Day. There is a *long*, very cool story about why we went to see Green Day, but that's for another time. Suffice it to say we both love the band, and the concert could have been the absolute best I've ever seen next to the first AC/DC show, which is an interesting coincidence given the direction this post should take.
See, I had a friend once. He was the coolest guy I knew. In high school, I think it would be safe to say were thick as thieves and twice as bonded. We were close buds before the term "bromance" ever became popular. We did everything and nothing, and when we were hung out, we felt like we were the kings of all creation. I loved this other guy as a brother, and I'd have killed someone (or so I think now) had they hurt him. I've felt this way about one other person (other than my wife) in all of my 40 yrs.
I have trouble trusting people and letting them get close to me. Oh, sure..I like lots of people and I get along with tons more. I am very flexible when dealing with people. It's part of who I am. Typically, however, I just don't trust people and I don't let them get to close so I don't have to worry about getting hurt. As Henry Rollins once said "People only give now so they can take later". Words to consider.
Anyway, we had a falling out, this high school age brother. I was devastated. He was my only friend, really, in my entire High School experience. I won't go into the details of the falling out as it is 1) a long story, and 2) not really important. The important thing to know is that I lost my first real friend in all of my life. It was many (20+) years before I found another.
Many years later, he contacted me out of the blue. Not really sure how he found me, but he did. It was a moment of great joy for me as I always wondered what had happened to him. Despite our falling out, I always hoped he done well and was happy. Turns out he was and that we shared a lot of similar history over the 20+ years it had been since we'd talked. We now enjoy a good resurgence of friendship online out of respect of our previous relationship if for no other reason. However, I confess that now I've talked to him again, I'd love to see him and perhaps get to know him again...just b/c I can't imagine that the great kid he was couldn't have grown into a great man to know.
and here's proof of that;
For my birthday, I got a mysterious package from this old buddy. I opened it was and was shocked. When we were kids, we both collected comics. I remember going to the flea market and talking with this very old guy (who treated his comics like crap, we thought) about comics. We used to walk the mile or so from his dad's place to look for comics at the local Circle K (might have been some other knock off, or perhaps a 7Eleven) and we always ended up buying the same comics. Well, I forget why, but I ended up not collecting anymore. I gave him my entire collection sometime in 1986 (or so his letter reminded me), and we had our falling out shortly thereafter.
The letter accompanying the package I got explained that he had sold/traded some of the comics over the years, but one mini-series he kept, both the set I had and his own set. He felt that it was appropriate to give me the set I'd given him 23 years ago back to me.
I am now the proud owner of Wolverine and Kitty Pride mini-series, issue 1-6.
My friend states that the comics are probably worth about 50-100 dollars, but they are priceless to me. I don't know if I am more moved that he sent them or that he stated that always thought of me when he thought of Wolverine and hated to part with them all these years. Either way, the comics have become a treasured part of my possessions with which I shall not be parted.
Danny, I offer you an earnest and heart-felt thank you; I am beyond word to say more.