An old friend found me today, a friend from when I was very messed up. After I picked my stomach up off the floor, I went to see what he's been up to. We have a lot of catching up to do.

He now has a beautiful girlfriend, he is studying, and he is playing his music -- he is doing everything he wanted to do with his life. I am genuinely happy for him, though I can't believe he found me, after all my weaving and dodging on the Innernets.

I didn't deserve his friendship then, but he saw some good in me -- he was one of the only ones at the time. We were so young, and we shot the shit about how life sucked and talked about how we were going to take over our worlds. He took the high road, I took the low. He was a very good friend at a time that I needed one. I was blind to that and I abused a friendship that could've made a difference if I hadn't been so stupid and naive.

The difference between Von Stomp and BourbonBird is that Von Stomp never ran.

I need to apologise, and I need to mean it.