My Dystopia

I painted this in 2015. It was my way of coping with a few losses in my life. Family members, some friends, and one of the closest friends I've ever had. We barely ever saw each other but we talked all the time on the phone, he knew everything about me. We used to talk and drink on the phone, usually til one of us had to go to sleep. I have seen many sunrises, totally hammered chumming it up w the homie.
He called me one night. New Years day. I was having a party. It was loud af. He told me he didn't want to bug and that he could tell i was busy w company. I told him that i didn't care, it was no biggie my company could wait. I stepped outside. He persisted in telling me he didn't want to be a bother and told me he would call me the next day. He told me he loved me and then goodbye.
Next call I got was a friend to tell me that he ended it. On his birthday. It fucked me up.
A while later I painted this piece.