We drove right past my high school today. I hadn’t planned to, hadn’t been by it except once since they kicked me out in 1981, and there it was, and on I drove. Weird. Then we had lunch in uptown Whittier.
A friend of mine got dumped by his girlfriend and we talked for over an hour on the phone. Classic line:
ME: Are you listening to Blood on the Tracks?
ME: Good, you’ll be fine.
Saw my old friends Jonas and Par, the Swedes from Amsterdam, there is a Nordic invasion of the Brewery, big show here Saturday night.
Always good to see old friends, to be there for an old friend. The old places don’t mean shit to me for some reason, but there are people in your life, once you know them and they know you, ten years can go by, and then it seems like less than ten minutes passed.