I don't have a specific quote for it, but here's the best I can do: it's easy to know who your real friends are, but it's real hard to accept the truth of it.
This is something I had to take into consideration two nights ago. I haven't had an instagram in a really long time, but the other day my account was some how reopened and sending spam through DMs so I had to redone load it and change the password. While on it for the first time, the top picture was of a guy I long considered on of my best friends. We were in a band for years together. While we toured, him and I exclusively did things together, we were really close. During the life of that band, he started teching for other acts, and he got on a lot of really big tours. It's what he does full time now. I have always made a strong effort to keep up with him, until late 2015. I noticed he never made any effort to keep up with me. So I quit trying, and low and behold, never once had he made any effort to contact me. He meant a lot to me, so of course I did my research, I knew what tours he was on. Yet, every day I knew he was in town, he never bothered to contact me. So finally, two nights ago my clinical depression was taking a toll on me, and I was drinking, and for some reason he was on my mind. I finally searched for the closure I really wanted and messaged him explaining everything and how I felt.
What I got back was a really lame apology and then some small talk questions like he hadn't been absent for a very long time. One of them was about my parents dog. When we toured I lived at my parents home since there was no reason to get my own place since we were gone so much. I just responded: "sorry dude, it's not that easy to just jump back in. And also, I haven't lived anywhere near my parents in years so I have no idea how their dog is doing. A friend would probably know that though."
But there's a good side, my true best friend, who is from Mississippi and lives in LA, has always been there. I live in the Detroit area swhere it's a big deal to me. He talked to me every few days, he has actually been trying to find me a job in LA because he wants me to move there with him. Like he has gone out of his way to try and find positions for me. Hell, he even flew out here for my birthday. This guy is an art director, and works the most insane hours of anyone I've met, but he's a true friend and has never made excuses, only time.
But to the first guy, the "friend". I get that you're married and just had your second kid. I only know that because of social media, but I get that makes you busy. But almost 2 years and you can't even send a text asking how I've been? That's pretty lame. Even lamer, the last time I asked about him being in town, he was on an arena tour, I knew he'd be in town, so I messaged him and told him my mother and I were going to go to the show and hopefully get a chance to see him. Now I wasn't expecting hand outs or anything, but having toured with the guy for 5 years, it's pretty customary to offer like a guest list spot. He didn't, I didn't care, and bought our tickets. I did care when I found out that he flat out offered my childhood neighbor, whom he only knows through me, floor seats on guest list... we held the majority of our practices as a band at my parents house, kinda felt like a slap in the face to my mom and her generosity.