the prodigal son

Wow Ryan I can't believe how litle we see eachother now compared to how I knew every second of your day. I'm glad to see that you have some consistency in your life now. You spent the night last night, and in true me and fashion, this morning hadn't skipped a beat. There I was waking up at 7 a.m. to you awake on the recliner about to go sleep. You said you would smoke a cigarette with me; of course asked you to wait while I make coffee. There we were, me waking up and you about to sleep. I miss you. Good to see you.