~ My Friend, Barbara Jean ~

This is my friend Barbara. That says it all right there, “my friend.” I don’t have many, The ones I do have are forever. You have to be one to make one, and that’s something I’m just not very good at. I don’t take the term or use the term lightly. Being a friend should be like family, you don’t choose to love them, you just do. And you love them no matter what, the way God intended. That’s the only way I know how to love. I don’t know what brought me and Babs together but we hit it off right from the start. She has character, not to be mistaken for being a character. Although sometimes she is the shits. She can tell a dirty joke to a Preacher and quote scripture to a Biker. She has traveled a road most people would not have taken. It has gotten her where she is and has made her who she is, so I have no troubles with it. She has a host of friends from all over. She makes no bones about it and will tell you just how the cow ate the cabbage. She wears her heart aches and failures as a badge, as a reminder. She will not forget her old road and her old ways, I know she stares down them often, but still she turns away. I may never get to meet my friend in person, I may never get to touch her hand, or kiss her cheek. She is in my thoughts and dreams and I... love her. That may be the only time I’ll say it, if I ever change my mind I’ll let her know. But I don’t reckon I’ll have to. Check out what she has to say, she is as interesting as she is entertaining. Just click on Babsbitchin' and hold on. Good day.