Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two (aghrivaine) wrote,
Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two

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Farewell to a Friend

I speak now of a true friend and an excellent man - nephandi. He is a gentleman in the literalist sense of the word, in that he is a lawyer who has used his talents largely for the betterment of those most in need, rather than his own enrichment. He is one of the most thoughtful and intelligent people I have ever had the pleasure and honor to know, and even more - he is as loyal as the day is long. Bob's word is his bond - but he's not showy about it, with the flowery protestations of honor and reliability that I am myself so prone to. No, he just does what he says without making a fuss about it.

Robert Louis Stevenson said, "We are all travelers in the wilderness of the world, and the best that we can find in our travels is an honest friend." Travelling West and landing out here in Los Angeles was a hard transition to make. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that I couldn't have found the success and happiness that I have without the steadfast support of friends - and of those, Bob is second to none. But a friend is not just a friend because of service's rendered; rather, because that friend's companionship and good opinion make one happy. "Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom." Proust. I have learned and grown as a result of my friendship with Bob. My debt to him is not just for his frequent help and support - but also for his example of what it means to be a good, ethical, and moral creature in a world and society that do not often reward it.

If I should judge myself by the opinions of others, than it is the opinions of excellent others like Bob that should matter most. I am deeply honored to be in his esteem. I can only try to live up to it.

But sadly, tomorrow he leaves for his family home, probably forever. I can't say if our paths will cross again, though I hope they do. So, Bob - my comrade, my brother by another mother, my would-be partner in crimefighting, boon companion, cohortt and ally - above all, my friend - I will not say goodbye, but rather farewell. I wish you weren't going, I wish you'd found your way out here; but I'd rather see you happy and fulfilled in Massachussets than unhappy here. You will be missed extremely. I have said again and again since you announced your intention to leave, once you're gone there will be no one reliable left in Los Angeles.

A faithful friend is a strong defense: and he that hath found such an one hath found a treasure. Ecclesiasticu 6:14

I will always be your friend. Call on me as needed - at 4am, to hide the bodies, to make bail, to send guns, money and silver bullets - for anything at all. Fare well.

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