Drive-By Mooting

ILLUSRATION by BOB AUL

You were my best buddy—like, for 40 years—as we grew up on the same Bellflower street, went to the same high school, got drunk together for the first time, were best men at one another’s weddings, leaned on each other when those marriages didn’t work out. But when you totally flaked on me during a crisis four years ago, I called you on it—then a few weeks later, apologized for doing that. After all, nobody’s perfect. Apparently, however, you expected me to be—you never accepted my apology. Instead, you cut off communication between us. Then, a few weeks ago, I saw you driving on the 91 Freeway. I sped up to catch you, pulled alongside, honked my horn until I got your attention, smiled and waved for you to pull over. You looked at me without any expression on your face, and drove on. Okay, I get it . . . I guess. Have a nice life.

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