This tale is a follow-up (some years later) to “Party Boy“, so if you haven’t read that one, you might want to give it a look.

I’ve gotten a couple critical comments about the content of that tale, and the (shall we say) morally ambiguous way it ended. I mostly bit my lip rather than respond to them. This is the rest of that story.

It’s hokey, but there’s a reason some people refer to their partner’s as “their better half”. Jay often had a knack for getting me to think things thru better. Not all problems can be solved, and not all conflicts can be fixed. That doesn’t let us off the hook from trying, of course. On the contrary, it’s a reminder not to fuck up in the first place. And to find someone who’ll keep you to that, if you can.