It's easy to stare off into space sometimes and forget to breathe. It's better that way because you don't need to think. Once you remember to breathe again the floodgates open- your other responsibilities crash into your face at eighty miles per hour. What about your calculus exam? The result of your audition for the school musical? The materials you need to buy for the school dance tomorrow? It's nice to sit on the floor in the morning before you eat or flitter around the house just like everyone else on a Regular Joe Day, checking your hair. It's nice to sit and forget to do everything. Feel the presence of Yourself completely. Sometimes you just don't want to remember one thing, or you'll remember it all. Sam was the epitome of all I had forgotten, all I had left behind me. He came in when my father checked out, when my brother moved away, when my older friends were shipped off to college, and I was Jack, stuck with a car full of gas. There's that quote I read somewhere that a friend walks in when everyone else walks out. But Sam was more than a friend. He was everything.