1. Oh my god ... Jesse found me.

Yes, that Jesse, the one about whom I've wondered and written so much. He's here still, where I left him last when I found myself not strong enough to be a friend to him.

2. And he is moving West just as I did. He said three weeks.

3. I've been putting off calling him since he emailed me his phone number. Part of me is afraid to revisit that era, with it's incredible betrayals and inconsistencies and all of the deaths and tragedies we were so ill equipped to handle them. And of course there is the other part that becomes overwhelmed with nostalgia, and longs to sew some old injuries back up for both of us.





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