Where are you?

I've been missing the one person who made this move to CA so easy, and still so difficult...
The monstrosity of a soul, the kindest and softest and bestest friend I had at the time has all but disappeared from my life, and lately I've been thinking about him so much- the angst I feel knowing that he's in some kind of wierd situation that only confuses me more...

Ivey- WHERE ARE YOU??

I used to get rare phone calls from him, in hushed voices, hiding behind some stack of pallets at a warehouse, using the phone that he knew she couldn't trace his calls from... Not much would be said, but Yes, I'm alive. Yes, I'm still here, barely hanging on. It would last all of two minutes and "shit gotta go", click...

I hope he's not lying dead in some gutter with bruised eyes from her lashings and a bruised heart from her abuse. If he'd only move out here, dammit get away from the Land of Entrapment and start new, in the golden gate, knowing nobody but me, and all those other NM fools who now live in the 415.

If there were any way I could convince him to move out here, damn that would be nice. My best friend would be around me, someone who supported me wholeheartedly, and he'd be loved in a way he'd find shocking because I'm not his family and I'm not his devil. I can only dream, and hope that at some point he'll be by my side again, and I can take care of him like he deserves to be befriended.

Dammit Ivey. Get a grip, and losen hers on you.