this morning #1990.

this morning, even though i was still over a hundred feet away, he had his hand held out waiting for a shake. as soon as he’d seen me, he waved furiously, stuck out his hand & waited quietly with a psycho frozen smile. ever the comedian. it’d been a while since we’d last seen each other. 03’, i believe. other than the obvious signs of two decades of aging, he looked about the same. wish i could say the same for myself. when i see myself in pics from back then, i see a child who’d yet to lose the shine. a naive teen yet undefined by all the trains that came rushing at him after high school. we shook hands. hearty. embraced in a totally manly way. made our way inside the diner & traded faded memories over breakfast.