I had a friend once. We aren’t friends now. It’s over because I don’t see politics the way he does. I don’t think that’s a reason to end all talk between two people, but it was reason enough for him. Now he only writes in a hard, sharp way. Everything he says carries judgment. It wasn’t always like this. We used to think alike. This is like music you used to love. Once we both believed the same songs were worth something. Maybe we even thought Aerosmith was the real thing. Then one day one of us didn’t. That’s all it is. Taste. Feeling. The way one responds to a sound. It shouldn’t have cost a friendship, but it did.