You've Got A Friend (James Taylor-1971)

I’m having a Halloween party in a few days and people are dropping like flies. At least all my old school friends are. These are the people from the old neighborhood. Those who consider themselves, perhaps, “above” the type of people I hang out with since I moved. But I can’t help it. My new friends know how to have a good time. My old friends are acting like they’re already wearing Depends and love the taste of Fixadent. Anyhoo, they’re not looking to fill my guest list very well. I call Sca who is an old school, old school friend. College roommate and one of my favorite people in the world. Sure she still lives back home (2000 miles away) but we stay close because that’s what cool bitches like us do. So I spend my morning whining about how my friends from the old neighborhood suck. By afternoon Sca has booked a $400 plane ticket to come see me for the weekend and help me rock the party. Words cannot express how much I love this woman. After college she had a brief run as a bi-sexual/lesbian. I swear if I ever went dyke, she would be the one I’d go for, even though she’s not a practicing lesbian anymore.