Now this place, for those of you not in the know, is cool in a hick sort of way. It’s a definite hole in the wall joint with karaoke and a strange white lion stuffed in the window. I had only been in the place once before, long ago I might add, and so it was an interesting experience. Which then became irritating as the constant country songs and large hats invaded my personal auditory space. I made a run through the front to the back patio, and was calling the wifekins to actually tell her I wasn’t going to be there long when a buddy I haven’t seen in about 15 years came around the corner.
Now this guy was a friend from the days when your tye-dyed informer was a thinner more in shape kind of guy. We, along with another guy specifically and others that would come and go through the years, would go on “death marches” as we’d call them. We would find an area where there was enough space to cruise around, and we’d walk for hours and hours and hours. Usually with lots of interplanetary frop and severe booze mixtures with the names of “orange death” and “moon mist”. Tasty concoctions that would curl the toes of an Irishman on a binge, and would of course insure the Roman viewpoint of purging. Unbeknownst to me, his brother was in my class in high school so he was there with him crashing the party. So I talked to the wifekins, she vented as she’s got her CSET test coming up and she is infused with the power of her stresses, and then went and chatted with the buddy.
He had been rolling boulders up at his moms’ house in northern California and building a small 6 foot by 9 foot log “cabin” of sorts next to her house. He said he had retired, from what I’m not too sure of, and had been traveling around the states and groovin’. We sidled up to the bar and he ordered a beer for each hand. As I was unsure the length of time I would stay I wasn’t drinking anything.
We ended up strollin to the park behind the bar and smoking a bowl or two of frop, which seemed to be my role in the proceedings to come for the rest of the weekend. Interesting side note, he ended up buying the red dominant flower pattern shirt. For some reason I knew that someone I knew would be the one to buy that shirt, though I had no idea it would be him.
