a cold day....
I spoke to an old old old friend today. One of those people that know you from day one. The person you cant absolutely cant bullshit. She knows when you were at your worst and was there, and when you were at your best - and was there too. Whether she was with me physically or spiritually emotionally whatever the defining words are... She was there. As we chatted I was reminded of times way back in the cracks and crevices of grey matter. Weekends spent at her house. Friday after school we , the three of us, the wild the willing and the innocent, would trek to her house and camp literally camp in her room for three days. I know we listened to Heart, loverboy and rick springfield for the one we called the willing. I didnt have many likes at the time, or dislikes, I really had no independent thought at all. I was the sheltered youngest of four that couldnt order a sandwich at the deli for fear of fucking up. I dont remember what we talked about, I know we smoked cigarettes played ...