Week 13, Entry 4
Aug. 17th, 2022 03:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
goatgodschildMalcolm has given me many gifts over the years, but three were especially beautiful.
His friendship was the first, of course. Is? I don't know. Maybe we will be friends again, but I don't think it would be good to reach out to him until I'm a lot better, a lot more trustworthy and far less dangerous, than I currently am.
The second greatest gift that he gave me was that trip to visit him, where he treated me like a princeling. I like to think I treated him very well right back.
But the third gift was when he would describe me. There were many of them, some kindly, some not, but they were always true, and astoundingly beautiful. That's the danger of being friends with a writer, I suppose. This was the first one he ever wrote about me -- or, the first one I can remember.
"A portly, sandy-haired young man looked up from his computer. He wore a plaid flannel shirt and jeans, and glasses perched on his nose. Somehow, even though he was on a college campus in the middle of the city, he smelled like horses."
His friendship was the first, of course. Is? I don't know. Maybe we will be friends again, but I don't think it would be good to reach out to him until I'm a lot better, a lot more trustworthy and far less dangerous, than I currently am.
The second greatest gift that he gave me was that trip to visit him, where he treated me like a princeling. I like to think I treated him very well right back.
But the third gift was when he would describe me. There were many of them, some kindly, some not, but they were always true, and astoundingly beautiful. That's the danger of being friends with a writer, I suppose. This was the first one he ever wrote about me -- or, the first one I can remember.
"A portly, sandy-haired young man looked up from his computer. He wore a plaid flannel shirt and jeans, and glasses perched on his nose. Somehow, even though he was on a college campus in the middle of the city, he smelled like horses."
