"thot 4 da day: A GIFT NEGLECTED IS A GIFT LOST. jah blez"
Well, I guess its been a long time coming.
Using my serious stalking skills and personal behavior with strangers (in a non-creepy way, of course), I was able to track down Mr. Howeezi himself. It took time, talent, a drive to SLC, and a few text messages, but it was worth it.
Ok ok, so it probably wasn't.
I was really excited to get our thoughts of the day rolling again. They were just so inspiring! And life changing, if I do say so myself.
And they did inspire for awhile, but they quickly ended.
After about two weeks of sporadic texts and one fallen get-together, I got the note that changed everything.
Howeezi was here and wanted to get together.
Unsure whether or not I should go, some friends pushed me to his location and it was a glorious reunion. Well, it was glorious because I beat his cousins at tetris.
The interaction with Howie was less than impressive. It included a run to McDonalds wherein he bought $22 worth of burgers and french fries. We actually talked about french fries the entire drive home. He tried feeding me some, but I said no thanks.
And thats when I knew. It couldn't survive any longer. This was one of those relationships that just needed to die.
And so it is. I haven't heard from him since the french fries conversation.
It was a good run, lasting quite a few years. But I guess he was right.
A gift neglected is a gift lost.
ps: i currently have a spot open for a polynesian friend, if you know any