Small Town

Traffic was insane - near as I can tell, a car broke down *at* the onramp, which severely delayed an already overcrowded light, which made people try creative routes around each other, which further confounded things. I was less than 10 min late, and I'm usually early, so I'm not too worried.

I got hit up by some kid from Scruff who is in town for an SX video shoot. I would have fucked him, but I think he wanted me in a scene, and by the time he got around to asking me, Tim had come over. At some point, Tim mentioned that Mark had fucked Ken. Ok. Hearing anything about Ken always makes me anxious, but as Tim described their conversation more, and even stumbled a couple times in saying something Ken said, instead of what he'd heard ken say, I started thinking that Tim had fucked Ken. He said Ken had talked a lot of shit about me - most of which I probably already knew, but wouldn't go into specifics. He also mentioned there was a 3rd guy there - apparently someone I had just fucked before he went to Ken, because he also knew me. He wouldn't tell me who it was, and/or told me he didn't know who it was. He also said Mark defended me. I sent Mark a text, thanking him. No answer, but about 20 min later, Tim's phone rang. Tim whispered into the phone for a few minutes, and eventually I talked to Mark. Mark said Ken didn't say anything very bad about me - I asked about the discrepancy between stories, and Tim started yelling. I got it out of one of them that Ken is saying I use drugs, that I tried to steal Cisco Disco, but that through all of this what comes through to the listener is guilt.

I explained several times to Tim that as friends, we needed to be able to have even uncomfortable conversations. That there were going to be things he didn't want to tell me, but I deserved to hear them. Each time, he got a very thoughtful look on his face, as though he was wrestling with something. But he never said anything.

We made up, he borrowed a pair of my pants, I had a drink and went to bed.