not seeing L.

before leaving for Oz, i'd got in touch with L.'s old best friend in an attempt to locate him - seen as i was unlikely to go back to Oz anytime soon, i thought it would be a good opportunity to catch up, and i wasn't going to let a minor detail like him having broken off all contact 4 years ago stop me. but when i talked to D., he strongly advised against trying to get in touch. last time he'd seen him, L. had gone reasonably psychotic on him and he couldn't see that this was a good idea - as far as D. was concerned, L. was now potentially dangerous. 

i heard what he said and i agreed with him that it would probably do more harm than good, but i couldn't help thinking i'd bump into him nonetheless. after all these years of bumping into people who looked like him in different parts of the world, it seemed odd that i wouldn't meet him in his own country. yet, that is exactly what happened. and when i saw the homeless people on George Street, i couldn't help think maybe one of them was L. and it made me so sad. i really hope he's ok.