Danced like a freak
had plenty to eat. . . and drink
and to think
it was New Years Eve
That afternoon Polly and I drove over the Golden Gate Bridge to Marin County. We were going to have lunch with an old friend. Someone who I had not seen or talked to in 22 years. She got in touch with me a few months back. Her name is Heather Wood and back in the day she was with my old partner in crime "Kirk". They had a son (in Cincinnati), his name is Dashiell and he came to lunch with us. It was great seeing them and catching up on over two decades of adventures. Dashiell a fine young man, impressively mature and together for a 22 year old. We met them at the motorcycle dealership that Heather and her husband own. We went to a deli for lunch and shot the shit. Ahhhhh the crazy memories of days gone by. Excess, crime, drugs, busking and period of my life that I will never forget.
It was nice that we didn't spend too much time dwelling on the past. Heather and I have something current in common, were both serious about the gym, Polly and Aaron too for that matter. Everybody getting healthy, in their minds and bodies. It's a good life.