  So I get home after stopping by rehearsal for Pirates of Penzance at the urlLink Country Playhouse , (my friend Chris is directing ~ he's also Artistic Director) and waiting for me is a padded CD envelope. At first I think it's the new urlLink Cowboy Mouth CD I ordered, then I realize, no. It's MY handwriting...
It's a SASE I sent Adam about 8 months ago that I'd given up on it ever being returned. It's got his band's new CD in it. That's all. Just the CD. No note, liner notes, nothing. The only indication he'd even dealt with it was the return address in his handwriting. So I vacillated on whether to even acknowledge I got it, but decided not to would just be RUDE, and I try to never be that.
(my momma tried to raise me right anyway...) So I emailed him. Contents of E-mail: It arrived today. I'm listening to it now. Thank you. I'm sorry that the friendship that we'd started broke down and got messy. You were a fun part of my life when there didn't seem to be a lot of fun around. I just couldn't take all the blame anymore. Yeah, I made some bad choices, but they seemed right at the time. Whatever you may think, I do still care what happens to you. You're a talented guy. You deserve great things and great happiness. I will (do) miss our friendship.
Take care of yourself and those you care for. Everything else will follow . I doubt I'll hear back, I hope HE'S the one to read it, but it could be interpreted as a final "it was fun while it lasted, see ya..." letter. What a fucking emotional rollercoaster I've been on this week. 
