Through Smoky Air

And so it was that I spent another lunch out with my best friend, Mar L. Boro. Nothing much has changed since the last time we jammed, except that she has regenerated into this practically new being. Ha! And to think I already threw her ashes into the river Nile just last night. Talk about speedy recovery.

What makes Mar unique is that she is able to relay to me a message that no one else can relay well enough--that one day soon, I'm going to end up in ashes, or dust, whatever you want to call it. Believe me, jamming with Mar is very liberating. Yeah, you could say that she is the "air that I breathe."

It just passed my mind a few seconds ago... when do I actually part ways with my best friend? After all, nothing in this world is constant but change. Will I be suffering from separation anxiety both physically and emotionally? I hate to break the news to you but I don't see this happening in the near future. Not just yet. Until then, I guess I'll just be enjoying my lunch outs with this chick, and a few others who have enjoyed Mar's company to the butt.