I don't know what to think of my friends at this time. What happens when I no longer need a shoulder to cry on? I know I have been a shoulder for some of my friends. Right now it seems like its a time in my life where I am between
shoulders. You would think my friends would be more anxious to talk to me because I have moxtly happy things to say. Now it doesn't seem so. I can't seem to raise anyone on the phone anymore besides my mom. I love you mom but
who wants to talk to their mom and brothers every day? The Wanderer is on vacation, so he doesn't need company in his truck. It seems I have become so choosy in the friends that I keep in contact with on the phone, that I have left it down to a
few, that don't pick me.