Thursday, August 13, 2009
My old friend Dave sat at the bar with me. It had been quite some time since we had seen each other - almost a year. We’ve been friends since we were eleven, or maybe twelve. I’m sure a lot has changed in the past 16 years, but I’m not sure what. We always talk about the same things. Though we look completely incompatible now, we’re still on the same page. We drank to everything. For that night, we owned the bar. Nothing could touch us.