The end of an era?

The DJ is angry with me. I have not heard from him since he left me a terse voicemail yesterday afternoon. It must be my California passive-aggressiveness, which he says we all have and which he professes to hate. He probably thinks I didn’t show up Saturday/Sunday night because I was sending him a message. Yes and no. My throat hurt. My heart hurt. My car was making strange beeps. Warning lights I never knew existed flashed. While it it is true I am tired of being unappreciated, my decision to stay home this weekend had little to do with my feelings about our friendship.
As I stated, it’s time I become my own best friend. It will do me good.

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