The Buddy System

I have friends who are rich, I have friends who are stone broke. One runs a major space agency. Another writes folk songs.

I have certain friends for certain occasions.

I have friends I like to kvetch with … to whine and groan.

I have friends for hanging out at sports bars or ball games.

My friends are like medical specialists — this one for this, another one for that.

I have friends to get serious with. I have friends with whom I’ve never shared an honest moment.

Don’t care. I am rich with friends. I have a treasure chest of these silly dolts.

And sometimes I wish it locked.

You know how it is. Sometimes you just really need a jelly donut, a dynamite burst of pleasure, a pop of pure decadence.

That’s where real friends come in. Need one? Make a phone call, send a text. L.A. is loaded with fun folks who’d like to have a beer and a taco some night.

As it happens, I’m free Thursday. Fax me. I’ll fax you back.