Today my best friend called me and asked if I would come to Dallas to see him in early October. I think we’re going to have a coming to Jesus talk about him leaving his wife, who is chronically depressed, and bordering on a pill/drug addiction. She sees her shrink as little more than a possible drinking buddy. This is going to be one of those exercises where I have to realize it isn’t what I say, but how I listen. Breakups suck. He’s always gung-ho about a divorce until I interlude with reality-based scenarios:

How will you be when you see her with her new boyfriend in six months? What if he’s driving your truck, or living in your house?

How will you divide up the Christmas ornaments that people bought for you back when you were a happy couple?

How do you divvy up the mutual friends, and when will it be Ok to start bringing the hot cheerleader to the mutual friends Christmas party?

How will you deal with the guilt if she becomes a hooker and to feed her addiction to turns tricks under the freeway overpass?

Other than that, I've been playing with my new toy. Its the new hotness.