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He’s the guy you meet at the bar with whom you become surprisingly good friends with — there’s a lot more underneath the sass and charm than first meets the eye. But you know that about him and you platonically place him in the “i have a cousin just like you” category.

Nothing’s ever new with him, but he reads so extensively that every conversation is like deep diving into historical, scientific, political bliss. So every so often, you’d call him up for dinner and have an amazing time. If dinner was a booty call, he’d be the only one I have on speed dial.

I called him a few days ago to grab dinner with him.  No answer. I left him a voicemail. He called back again when I was unavailable and left a voicemail letting me know that his roomie had passed away and thus would be unable to make it tonight. Much of that didn’t sink in at the moment, just a, “you’ve gotta be kidding me…”. I told him we’d grab dinner whenever he felt like grabbing dinner and left it at that.

He called me today, needing a friend who wouldn’t say the words “remember when [name of deceased]…”. I suppose everybody else was too mopey to be around.

I got to his place quarter till 8. It was dark, it was late, and for the first time in days he was hungry so we decided to book out of his place right away.  And like any mourner, our brains left no room for critical thinking as we locked his keys inside his apartment on our way out.

“Fuck, my keys are locked inside”, he whispered.

Without hesitation, I jumped onto his side deck and tried his sliding door. It slid up with so much ease that even my friend seemed surprise.

“I hate it when Chay does that. I hate it when he leaves that unlocked!”, my friend said. “But you know what? Thanks Chay! I see why you did”. He chuckled.

We went into his apartment through the sliding doors and found his apartment keys. We also left via the sliding doors instead of the front door. On my way out I noticed bits of blue blanket that had belonged to Chay hanging by the sliding door close to where he liked to sleep.

Be in touch, badass!