Once I had a friend.
I met him at an auto show, he was taking pictures of a TV screen that was showing classic Mopars.
The very next week I bumped into him at an assembly at the Aldrich Arena and became fast friends with him.
He was a constant companion and true. A regular fixture around our home in spite of my wife's intestinal dislike for the fellow. He stayed with us off and on, we attended the same auto-body training program, shared beers, laughs, rock n roll music, and good times.
Then I changed.
I can't say I am proud of who I was or how I behaved, I can't offer any excuse other than I wasn't in my right mind.
He was the best friend I had and I threw him away.
I was so petty, so smugly (and falsely) superior. Not a day goes by that I don't think back on how I was with the deepest of shame. I was wrong and apologise from the depth of my heart, and beg forgiveness.
I am not the same person I was all those long, painful years ago. If it were possible to speak with Jason P of St Paul again, I would like to introduce him to who I have become.
I have tried to get into contact, but every time I call his parent's house, hoping to get his mother, Sue, I get instead his grumpy stepfather Sandy who has always despised me and refuses to pass on any message.
So, Jason P, of St Paul who had a sister named Christy, and used to walk his dog Snoopy in the graveyard across the street, If you are reading this we really do have lots to discuss. PM me and I'll give you my info. Gopher could give that to you too Jason.
I miss you Jason, and wonder what ever became of you.
If anyone recognizes Jason P from the info given, and has any info on his whereabouts or status in the organization, anything, please PM me.
Roller (of the 'repentant and ashamed' sheep class)