Friday, January 11, 2013

Goodnight Dear, Sweet Friend

It was sorta' a scene from "Hoarders." At least I guess it was. I've never actually seen an episode of "Hoarders." There was junk piled everywhere, though, and dog poop on a piece of paper at the front door. Newspapers and magazines were everywhere.

He had a D.U.I. so I had come to give him a ride to a show that we were playing together. He had tried to avoid me coming in but my tire went flat at his apartment and we had to call AAA. I was surprised but only a little.

Funny thing, hanging right near his phone, all nicely framed, was a big photo of me. I still think about it. I miss him every day.

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