Wrong Place, Right Time

I am on the phone a lot lately, people calling me, others asking me to call.

I sink into bed around midnight, dial a number on the West coast. It is the most important call of the day right now. A friend in need.

Talking with her is easy. We overlap on several levels. She can't say, you don't understand--because I do. She can't say, you don't know how it feels-- I know.

We are two broken souls from the island of misfit toys and we laugh as we steer the conversation away from ourselves and back onto the other. You can't fool a mirror. We are two smart individuals, well versed in our problems. We are transparent to each other yet understand how hard doing the right thing can be, how easy doing the wrong thing can seem. It is therapy of a sort.