anthony's rite of passage

I said goodbye to a good friend. an old friend. it was like out of a movie. hes moving onto london for work. Anthony and I pretty much grew up together through college, post-college and graduate/post-graduate life.

It was one of those akward, guy moments when you have a lot of feelings and you don't know how to say them or how the other party is going to take it. We hugged a couple times, perhaps if we were drunk there would've been some tears.

We have so many memories together. It's crazy to say that I've know Anthony for 8 years. And he's always been a kid. Nothing against him because he's real successful at what he does but he's still a kid in alot of ways. I know he's always looked up to me and the truth is I've always liked to have him around. With Anthony it's always about having fun and acting juvenile. It's always a pleasant distraction.

Anthony going to London is like when the a tribe sends its young males out into the wild to fend for themselves. If they come back alive, they've transformed into men. He gave me a semi-promise that he's coming back to LA someday. I really hope so.

Anthony has always been close by, whether it was across the hall in the dorms, next door in the apartment, down the street.... Now he's gone and there's a void there.