What's Up

I conversed with Jew Boy only a hand-full of times after our long weekend. The exchanges were erratic, almost forced. He frequently started our once powerful conversations, with "what's up?", turning from strong romancer to friend. Not a good friend, just a friend. Highly personal jabs at my character were his new found tools. He became increasingly hard to talk to and overtly self-absorbed.

I remember one call he made from his friends' house, but then proceeded to talk to them instead of me. I finally said, "Are you talking to me?" He said no. I responded, "Well, call me back when you are."

I hated the direction we were going. It was out of control, but not in my hands.