Reid: Watching a movie…why? What are you doing?
Me: What movie? And I’m out with friends
Reid: 300
Reid: Why are you texting me then if you’re out?
God, I don’t fucking know. Because I’m a little drunk, a little annoyed, and because I haven’t seen him in two days and I can’t stop thinking about him.
I ignore his second text.
Me: Your taste in movies is unsurprising
Reid: Why is that?
Me: A war movie? A bunch of angry men? That sounds like you
Bubbles pop up before disappearing, then reappearing again.
Reid: You know what I’m not even going to get into it. It’s a great movie and you should give it a shot sometime if you can wipe the judgment out of your mind
Me: I’m good
Reid: Your loss. Having a fun night? Must not be if you’re talking to me
Me: Yes I am! I’m actually waiting for another drink right now so I just figured I’d fill my time by making sure you weren’t bored without me to drive around tonight
Reid: You probably don’t need another
Me: I in fact do
Reid: Sure ok
Me: I do cause my friends keep hounding me about working for them and I needed to get away for a minute
Reid: The ones who own the magazine?
Me: Yeah
A couple weeks ago on one of our drives, I told Reid about the people I had in my life now. Who became my family the past few years that I’ve been out here. Which included Marley and Sara, and also about their company. It felt intimate to share that part of my life with him, even if Ihave yet to introduce him to them. The opportunity has been there to invite him up and have them all meet, but there’s something holding me back.
Like maybe I’m still waiting for him to leave.
Reid: Why don’t you want to work for them?
Me: I’m not a journalist! Or an editor. Or a photographer. Or literally anything of use to them
Reid: If they’re offering you then they clearly have ways that you can help them
Me: I don’t want them to do it just because I’m their friend
Me: You of all people should know it’s better not to mix business and friendships
I may not know the full story, only speculation that was in the press, but clearly since Reid is never with his once best friends, I figure the band didn’t break up simply because of different creative pursuits.
Reid: Fuck off. You don’t know shit about that
Reid: Don’t be stubborn. Accept the help
