I hadn't realised how much I'd missed J²'s presence in my life until it was returned to me. He and I are birds of a feather. We fit in an easy, natural way. Spending time with him is just simple. Not simple-like-breathing like A, but simple in a purely comfort and fun way. He's working in the university with a clown (long story). He's been hit by a car and escaped with merely bruises and a sense of his own indestructibleness (some people should never learn how to commando roll). He's loaning me books again, like Frank Herbert's Dune (a testimony to how much influence he has with me that I consider reading the book I long ago dismissed as sci-fi twaddle). Oh yes, and like Poppy Z Brite's Lost Souls, which he declared the funniest thing he'd read in ages. Somehow I know that statement is going to offend the literary sensibilities of a lot of folk. Somehow, I also know I'm going to agree with him.

We're that sort of people.