Things are better. I think.

Saw my old friend.

His life is better. I think

because he's got his own place.

A little room.

{jump} Sorry. Cockroach.

But really. Not much has changed.

He's more alone now.

And he doesn't want to be.

He wants to pray.

But not alone. He wants to pray with someone.

I can do that. Now I know where he is. We've got a plan.

Me. Him. God. And maybe the bug. It's all good.