You're actually living in Utah now, which is totally bizarre considering you've been "my friend in the Virgin Islands", "my friend who's going to Bangladesh", "my friend in L.A.", etc, etc.
One has to envy you're life of moving and shaking... nurse on the run. I have to wonder how permanent Utah is gonna turn out to be. I actually met you there. When we met later in Boston, it took an awful long time to figure out how we knew each other. I recognized your name, first and last and I knew we had talked at length, but it was truly bizarre how I could not place where we met. But we finally realized it was at the Riviera in 2001. I was our Bishop's executive secretary and because his interviews ran perpetually over-time we'd had at least one lengthy conversation.
I'm glad we became better friends over time out here. I have an extra sense of appreciation for my friends who think and live outside the box of being a Mormon. In some ways, I think they're the most Mormon people I know; because they don't identify that way, they just live their lives and the let part of them that's LDS manifest itself. I wish I could explain better what I mean, but I've always been attracted to Mormons who exist well outside the stereotypes of what Mormons are like.
I also appreciate our friendship, because I've always felt like we communicate well. When I was all weird and messed up after Annie, you helped me get things in better perspective. I don't know how many friends told me she was bad for me... lots, actually. But it made a lot of sense when you said it. It helped me wake up a bit, and see that I had a lot of positive things to offer that she never saw. Remember that time you were gallivanting in South America and I wrote you emails every week? I was glad I did that. It was good to be writing, more than anything, but I think we became even better buds because of it.
Anyway, you're missed by me, uncommonly. I hope the job and life are great in Salt Lake. I'll have to come see you soon.
Love, Jared
"I always thought Dave was hearing impaired... Turns out he's just an a$$hole."
"I am not a benevolent God."
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I miss you, rockstar! I hope you know that if I was faced with the existential problem of saving your life, as described in Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs, I would, with no explanation kick you as hard as I could in the rib cage. Miss your guts. Let's see eachother soon.
And if you were a political prisoner I would kick a fully mature Clydesdale horse to death in 30 minutes wearing steel-toed boots.
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