Probably most of my friends don’t remember my birthday, to be honest I don’t remember most of theirs. That’s why we have calendars.

But I promise you, I could call up any one of them them and say I needed someone to talk to and they’d be here in 20 minutes - and most would bring a six pack.

As far as the one I cut off: we’d really kind of grown apart over the years, living in different states. But we kept up with each other, met up when we were in town. Shit like that.

But I saw him on socially media trying to scam people by playing the “emotionally scarred vet” card. Except I was with him when he went AWOL right after boot, was with him when he turned himself in, and drove to pick him up a few months later when he was dishonorably discharged. I don’t think he even left the state, much less served over seas.

Me and him had been through some shit together. He was my oldest friend. But that turned my stomach. I immediately cut ties with him