Drunk Texts

It's a text from—what time is it?—it's from Scott, it's late. It's one month to the night exactly and I know he's hurting, I can feel it before I read. Hey, he writes, you're a good friend and I'm glad we're friends. Sometimes the truth's so nice you have to tell it twice. Thanks man, I say, or whatever, back at ya. We need to hang out sometime, get some girls, he says. Get over here, there's plenty, I say. Naw, he says, not tonight. But sometime. You're a good friend though and we should hang out more. Haven't talked to him since before it happened. It's nice that he thinks of me as a friend that he can turn to. Drunk texts in the middle of the night. Those are the ones you send to the people you are about when you're thinking of the people you care about. There's more I could do for him. There's probably more I could do for all m friends. There's more that they could do for me. First part I guess would be saying something. It's late though.