Posted by Sir Cucumber at on Friday, January 11, 2008





I've never gone in much for the friends thing. You've always got to return their calls, and make plans to see them, and wait for them when they're late, and listen to them when they talk like you care about what they're saying, and then they expect you to talk back like you care about what they'll think. But that's what friends are for, I guess. Games are never so demanding. Sure, some talk more than they should, some don't listen that well, and others are downright depressing, but they come when you call, leave when you're tired of them, and never drink all your best bourbon. So this week's haiku go out to some good friends. Long gone, but never forgotten:



