The day had come for Walter to leave the hospital psychiatric ward and move with his daughter to North Carolina for continued treatment. Tyson and I spent the better part of the day pacing the floor, waiting for his daughter to call and tell us we could visit and say our goodbyes. When the phone finally rang, Tyson jerked it from his pocket so quickly it slipped from his hand, flew through the air, and landed in the hall.
A Bromance Blossoms
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