its ironic how the ommisions of the past can cause so much hurt and misunderstanding for so long.
 
indirectly, i'm the cause of an acquantince's jail term, subsequent meth addiction, and dissapearance. 
 
not that i could blame myself or anything like that.  its just.... ironic.  strange.  complicated and tangled and dark.
 
hearing stories from the person who was once so important to me and still is.   stories that are so much worse than what i imagined, but that have better parts too.   ironic.  coke and church.  fear.  flashbacks.  just... shit i don't deal with in my happy go lucky elementary school world.
 
if only this conversation happened in february 2002.