On Friday I went over to Uncle Squiggley’s. It was a going away party for the Jones family. They’re moving to Atlanta. Mother Jones leaves today with the baby, Father Jones leaves at the beginning of March. I don’t think they’ll be coming back for anything more than visits. Mother Jones has tons of friends and family in the Atlanta area and Father Jones has a brother and other friends out there. I’ve known father Jones for around 15 years now (give or take a year or two) and he has always been a dear, dear friend to me. The point is I’ll miss him terribly. He was the first person I called when Sabrina dumped my ass. We have been roommates and confidantes. The two of us have shared more funny and tragic moments than either of us would ever be able to recall. He has brought me to the emergency room on more than one occasion. I’ve saved him from hypothermia. Maybe someday a few of these crazy, wonderful, weird memories will make it here. Chances are they won’t. The point is I’ll miss him terribly. A lot of people showed up to Squiggley’s to say goodbye. A handful of us stayed up till the wee hours shooting the shit and sharing stories and memories. It never really got weepy and sentimental, which is surprising considering the hour and amount of alcohol consumed by the others. However, Father Jones will be staying the night sometime in the next couple of weeks so we can have a whole evening to reminisce, we are both prepared for it to be enjoyable and terrible. So I guess the point is: I’ll miss him terribly.