Daniel got home from work today and drove our friend home. That's how it works down here in the South, we take care of each other. I'm down to a couple friends and I'm worried about both of them.

My neighbor Daniel has become my best friend, and we've been hanging out together for going on six years now. I share him with his wife Jennifer, who has her own home up the road. I like Jen, every things cool.

He was born and raised here half a century ago. Married, had two boys, and divorced. I know both his sons, good men. His ex-wife is like a principal or something within the school system where he's the head maintenance guy. He avoids her, which is easy because there are fourteen schools across many miles.

Daniel is concerned about his heart. I watched him struggle tonight and I share his worry. He will be going down for a while as they put stents in him.

I'm old enough to be his dad, but we are friends straight across the board, and I love the guy.

So, thanks god, I'm glad to be alive, and to just be me...