I had a long conversation with Big S about George this morning. Big S assures me that George wants to see me.
"He asks about you all the time," Big S said.
I don't know, though. George and I had a big falling out about the drinking situation. George was actually making fun of me for attending AA at the end. I am not usually so sensitive, but took my sobriety to heart and quit talking to him. I miss him, though. He was my favorite of the gang.
"You worried about drinking?" Big S asked me.
"Yeah," I said at a loss for words.
"Well, nothing can be as bad as how Ferret harps on you about taking a drink," Big S replied.
He was right. Ferret has been relentless about me taking a drink. Misery loves company. I have resigned myself to seeing George in the next few days or so. It will be good to see my old friend and for him to ask me how Rachel is doing. That always makes me laugh.