Wow! I mean... wow! (Edited bonus - The real story of BP&G)

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Pockets is one happy man! I has Pocket Pants to match my Pocket Cloak! I'll take a pic or so tomorrow and see if I can put one up. It's sooooo cool! They matches exac'ly!

Thanks Mom! You is the ever-loving Pockety Best!

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Part 2 - the saving of my soul

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Now, all this was the setup for the type of friends I have, the two that I will claim as my greatest chums in the entire universe.

On the day that Jamie died, and I sat in the back of Sherry's store, laughing and crying, Tim walked in. We three had been friends for a very long time, but somehow my tragedy pulled us closer even still.

Sherry broke out the whiskey, Tim produced his beer and we all sat and had a wake for my brother.

I'm not a drinking man. The most I had ever drunk was at holidays, like New Years. No, that was the only time I had ever drunk. My mother is an alcoholic, and so I recognized that I might have the tendency. In fact, it wasn't until I was 22 that I got over the idea that anyone that drank, any one that went into a bar, tavern or pub, was a baaaad person.

Still... I drank that night. And the next. And the next.

On the fourth night, Tim suggested we get out of the crowded back room and go to a little place near his house. A place called PotBelly's. It was a pub, which is defined because they serve food as well. Not just chips and nachos, but real honest food.

And for the next 2 weeks I would stumble into bed not feeling anything except the incredible love that these two people had for me and the incredible emptiness that losing Jamie made.

Hawkeye Pierce was correct. Drinking isn't to make you feel better. It's to make you feel nothing.

Except, except, except.... the hole that was in my heart, and mark my words, it's still there, was filled, slowly and over time, by the tears, by the talk, by the jokes and laughter and by the love of my two very good angels, Tim and Sherry. I will tell anyone that will listen that those two saved, perhaps not my life, but my soul and my heart. Sherry says the same thing about Tim and me. And Tim, oddly, says the same about Sherry and me.

We created what is, in my mind, the only truly working polyamorous triad. There may not be any sex, but since when did sex have to do with love? We three have a bond that... well, I could wax poetica until I bored myself. It's sufficient to say I believe it is stronger than marriage. The three of us together are one entity.

We have been going to our weekly pub night ever since. Now, however there is more than just us three and there is more than one pub night. But it is still a place of Family, with a capital F, and a time of rejoicing of fellowship. Those who continue to join us at Pub Night are our family. Not chosen family, mind you. We sure didn't pick 'em and there's times when we three will sneak out to just be we three for a bit. But those that join and stay are our Real family - joined by soul, rather than blood.