Funny men are often some of the saddest and most miserable people around.
If you've followed my blog for any time, you know that I have made tremendous strides in expanding my circle of friends this year. I've made friends by the dozen, and I count each one to be a tremendous blessing in my life. I am having fun for the first time since leaving photo classes about ten years ago.
Unfortunately, some people insist on sucking. Case-in-point, I made a friend at one of my regular open mic night venues. This friend is loud and boisterous, but, seemingly, a decent person also there looking to enjoy a comradery with the other bar patrons. This person is well known and well liked. I considered this individual a friend. I shouldn't have been so quick to judge.
It was recently brought to my attention that this person tells people about me, "don't trust him", and "you gotta watch him". Apparently, this individual considers me some sort of potential narc or rat for the police. The truth is, its none of my business what any individual decides to smoke, inject or ingest, and I am under no obligation, and most certainly of no predisposition, to inform or report to anyone either my direct knowledge or any potential suspicion. I could if I wanted to. The point is, I don't want to.
I was, however, able to use my professional connections to help this person out when they got into a bit of a tough spot about a month ago. I was the one who went out of my way to vouch for this person's character. So, this individual thanks me by trying to throw me under the bus, and in the process make my new circle of friends wary of me.
Hopefully, this is just a set-up for another bad punchline; but, if it is some sorta joke, I just don't get it!
"The Joker", Steve Miller Band.
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