I love calling up my high school friend Ashley when I'm back in Ohio, because she doesn't mince words about the way things are. She lives in a beautiful little town of Lebanon, OH which is what Americana truly looks like. The town comes out for pooch parade and it is quaint. Anyone who doesn't believe this image doesn't exist anymore, visit this town for that traditional American Rockwell images. It's grown a lot, but still maintains a classic style.
It's really grounding to crack wise with someone from "the old days." After 23 years, we've both seem to be resigned to the oddities of life. And seems much more expanded with what a few years behind us has done. She has two precocious children, occupied with being chidren. The younger boy peered from behind the sofa, with 9 year old wonder proclaimed "you and my Mom have the same friendship my friend and I have." From the mouth of babes, this struck me. The observation of our friendship from a child seemed to resonate so much deeper. That friendship was important. And that we laugh and scream at each other with the absurdity of what's going on. No filter necessary. Ash has always been the person who understood best. She doesn't fuck around with tact. What is...is. In a society where we're so saddled with how things look, she doesn't give two shits that her own dogs wear cheap Halloween costumes. It is what it is. And it's silly to fuck around too much with it. So there ya' go. Haha.
I value so much this friendship, because we move around in life, and especially if you live in Los Angeles, people come and go so fast, you never get a chance to learn anything about them. It's not fault of their own. It's just the way the town functions. There's no history to pick up from. Visiting old friends in the 'Nati seems to be that we came from the same womb.
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