I have three good friends here in Tennessee: My cat Piper, my partner in life Steph, and my friend Daniel.

Over the last three years my next door neighbor Daniel and I have been hanging out. He's gotten married since and he and Jennifer live in separate houses, have a great relationship, but he comes over to my place once in a while to hang out.

We drink, we talk, we bond. His background is law enforcement and he currently maintains heating and air for the entire school district.

One time he picked me up off the floor where I fell. One time he held me from the scruff of my robe while I took a leak. He has taught me about guns, of which he has many. I'm old enough to be his dad. I love the guy.

Today he pulled up to his house in his service truck and came over to see how I was doing. I told him that I was depressed but thankfully I consider suicide not an option.

We hung out on my porch, I hugged him, life goes on...