My Journey

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Table Breaking Baseball Player

Drinks with an old friend were what I needed to feel understood and secure in this new city where I still feel so temporary.
There was so much to tell him, yet so much he already knew.
He's still like my brother, and there's still something there that I never really understood.
Either way it felt good to hang out with him tonight.
"We should do something again soon," he said. And when he said he would call, I knew that he would.

1 Comments:

  • At 4:45 PM , Blogger Berne said...

    Memories...the table breaking story is one I won't soon forget. Those who come in and out of this place are a crazy bunch

     

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