Yesterday I spent the afternoon with John and his best friend Bill. Afterwards, I was left with cheeks that ached from laughing and with a certain sense of pride for having witnessed a male friendship that has spanned nearly forty years and managed to survive numerous wives and rehabs. I listened to stories that began with, "Did you and me get arrested together at that Clapton concert back in '75?". Seeing John with Bill was like seeing a completion. Like finally hearing a song in its entirety after having only heard snippets of the chorus. It was satisfying and lovely.
Me: "I like your car, Bill."
John: "Yeah dude, it's got that new-car- Banalg -smell."