Frank died. The first person Eric called was me. I could hear the tears in his voice, and more than anything I wanted to run to him, and hold him. Instead, I stayed at Vincent's, drinking til 8am.

I've been at Vincent's/with Vince over 24 hours, including work.

I knew Eric would be at work today, and this caused my stomach to tumble, flip flop, and go nuts. My heart sank only a little when he wasn't in the same well. It took a nose dive when I found out he wasn't going to Vincent's afterwards. Just as well, he wasn't feeling good, and drinking while sick isn't a good solution.

I swear I can still smell Frank, but that could also be the combination of not showering for two days, pop and beer spilled on me, and whatever else.

I did hug Eric at work today when I saw him. I didn't know what else to do. I felt so sad when I looked at him. He smelled wonderful, I probably smelled like barf.

Eloquently put...I thought so myself.

I need sleep, more than pining, but the two shall go hand in hand no doubt.

As Vince put it, with Frank dead, I'll have no more alibi to hang out with Eric. Not that any of this should have a good connotation. I'm going to miss Frank, but that didn't stop my Karma confused mind from wondering if this link of Eric's past dying( big metaphor in the literal) wasn't giving way for a future...

Neither he nor I, can use Frank as a barrier, and excuse. It's all or nothing, and I was up $2 tonight.