A TURNING POINT

Freestyle Writing at three in the morning. It was either this or Season One of Breaking Bad. I think I’m gonna go watch that now.

TURNING POINT

Matt and I were on our way to the local sports bar to watch the hockey game and catch up on our individual activities since we last hung out, two months ago a few weeks ago. It was a Friday night, and all I could think of was watching the game, downing a few drinks and being in a good mood, but before we could make it to the bar, we both stopped at Matt’s house for a few minutes, at least until his phone was charged enough to send out a few tweets concerning tonight’s big game. As we sat in the living room and started the night off by drinking a few beers, I couldn’t help but to tell him the good news that had happened just earlier today.

See, the last time we hung out, I was in a terrible place in life, not just from losing my job, or being kicked out of my apartment for being three months overdue on rent, but I had lost the most important thing in my life. At that time, I had no idea how important Nora was to me, I guess it was all clouded from the arguing and hatred we were shooting back at each other. Eventually, we broke up and went our separate ways. At that time, the only person I could tell every bit of detail to was my best friend Matt, and though he did everything in his power to try and save my relationship, Nora had already made up her mind that she was sick and tired of being mistreated, and would rather leave myself and our five-year-long relationship in the past. Matt was there for me, but I was so worried about getting out of the deep shit-hole I had dug for myself, and I had somehow fell out of touch with my friends, including Matt, who was my right hand man during that time. We go back to being friends in high-school, so I was going to make it up to him and myself by getting our friendship back on the right track.

Things had changed since my downfall some months ago. I found a great job, decent apartment and a totally different lifestyle. Matt knew it before I could even tell him, I guess it showed in my body language and energy. The old Keith that I was months ago had died in that shit-hole that is now in my long forgotten past, and now, I am a new man, ready to live with my regrets, accept my shortcomings, hold my head high and walk toward my fears. I was back on track, and I couldn’t wait to tell Matt about all the things I accomplished during that time, but the biggest piece of news just couldn’t wait, I had to let him know in the living room, as he sat by the wall, waiting for his phone to charge.