I looked up to you. At a time in my life where everything seemed so uncertain, you were an anchor; a solid block of experience and wisdom I truly grew to rely upon. Aeschylus said: "Words are the physicians of a mind diseased"... and to your credit, you drew them out of me like a river.

When our exchanges reached the peak; when I told all the sordid details of health and business past and business future uncertainty; when it ALL came out, you deserted me, you fink!

Now hear this, bud: your widom is shallow, you'll never achieve what I will achieve and you won't be there to share the victory either.  Guys like you are typical of the cowards of this world, and there are too damn many of them.  Got along without ya before I met ya; gonna get along without ya now.

Find more who will out with it. Then desert them too. It's your style, I guess. You can't handle the rough going without an outboard motor to get you to shore.

Your erstwhile pal,

John A.