After the sad event last night, his best friend Red Beard was waiting for him across the street at the 7-11. He gave The Boy a ride home and also bought him a lottery ticket and a Playboy magazine. ("I didn't win," says my son.)
But he obviously won in the best friend department! They have been best pals since kindergarten. Red Beard is one of the good guys. (As is my son of course!)
So a special shout out to my own BF, Lady Chardonnay! She has always been there whenever I had man trouble. Which was a constant state of affairs --- pun intended --- during our college years.
I should mention too that our motto back then was "Men are scum." (And "Cows are killers." Don't ask.)
But The Boy and Red Beard aren't scum! I am glad they have each other for support.