Andy used to say that his bark was worse than his Light Brite. We became friends because I’m the only one who laughed at that. We both thought the world was absurd. Something to be mocked. Then we discovered punk rock and we were hooked.
Then things changed. The absurdity remained, but our responses diverged. I fell into my writing, trying to create my own world. Andy fell into the pills. Escaping the world he couldn’t control.
The last time I saw him he was on the nod, laying on the sidewalk with the needle still stuck in his arm.