Late Night Talks With Diego

"We just seem to have these late night talks a lot."

"I can count five in the last year."

"That's a lot!"

I was up late talking to Diego after Rock's 11/11/11 party. Just shooting the shit about girls, life goals, and whether it's endearing or annoying to be impatient. Diego's a thoughtful, intuitive guy, but he doesn't take the... shock and awe approach to conversation that I do. I need to talk things out. I'm a writer for godsakes. If there are ideas or feelings festering inside they must be brought out into the light. If left inside, they could rot and become entangled – choke you off and you'd asphixiate on your own thoughts.

And when bringing forth my inner ramblings, I tend to bring the big guns. I unleash whatever's inside and then attack it from all sides.

Needless to say, five long talks in a year is not a lot for me. Diego knows me better than almost anyone, and we go through a lot of the same stuff together, so I need him to be a sounding board. He's also one of the most understanding, patient friends I have. His thoughts are usually more quiescent than mine, so mine can often take up all the oxygen in the room. But his are sharper. He's better at popping the overheated balloons that clamber out of my head.

In a moment of arrogance I was once told Diego, "Patience is not a virtue I cultivate."

Maybe it should be. Then I wouldn't have to borrow so much of his.