A Moment in time....

Haunted by his cell phone number in mine, every time.

I remember needing a ride from Foster City. Getting picked up in the station wagon:

Going to the city and visiting an old haunt of his. Always going to places where ghosts were looming from his past. I think it was the....gosh it was a hole in the wall...

I didn't know anyone by face, only by story and name. Here I sit, the older Asian bartender lady remembers him from when he worked at the fancy restaurant with Jean Luc. I forget the name now. Though I would have remembered lickety split had it been two years ago now / again, it's blurry. Dutch Falconi was playing in the shadows I remember.... and he was still the drummer in the band.

Drinking beers, reveling in the ghosts. It was a rainy day in the city and we both were very nostalgic in nature, driving down the road in the city in the rain was terribly romantic at the time.

Then we drove home in the dark and I peed in a cup & we were kinda drunk, got dropped off at home. That's where the romance kinda fell out of it.

More later.