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bjornwildeLife is full of circles and doors. You walk away from one time in your life and close the door. Sometimes the door stays closed, sometimes it opens itself up again and you find you've walked right back to a place you thought you had left long ago.
I have an old friend who is know as Turner. I knew him since before he was Turner, but I will keep that deep dark secret for him just incase. I knew him from before there was a back in the day for me. Only one other person that I speak with has known me longer than Turner.
I met him just out of High School, well a year out of High School to be pickie. Met him through a mutual friend "Muffin" (A nick name which fit her about as well it would a shark.) at Rocky Horror at the Belmont Theater in, you guessed it, Belmont. This was way back when Rocky Horrror was still new to me.
Hell, this was way back when I had just ID'd myself as being Deathrock. Yes that long ago.
The "Geek Pack" became Myself, Turner, Tim and Ted. We would often be seen at Rocky, at Hillsdale, at Nordstrum's Cafe, at Cafe Flore, at Mel's Dinner, at Sparky's, at Lip's Underground, and at Bagdad Cafe.
We used to RPG at weird and random places, not caring if we had dice or even a game system.
When I started to "explore myself" and the world with various fun chemical compounds, he was there.
When I was finally rescued from South Lake Tahoe, he was there. If fact he even had the tape cassette that had introduced me to Siouxsie and the Banshees that I thought was lost forever.
He was there at the start and end of the infamous Meadow relationship.
He was there at my 21st Birthday.
And now after 5 years or so he is around again. Haven't really chatted with him much. Too much time and distance I guess.
I don't want to have to say or think these things at his funeral. I want to be able to say these things to him. Time fades all to quickly, give him a few mores sands. What's a few decades to the grand scheme of things?
I hope I hear news soon.
Well enough circumlocution.
I have an old friend who is know as Turner. I knew him since before he was Turner, but I will keep that deep dark secret for him just incase. I knew him from before there was a back in the day for me. Only one other person that I speak with has known me longer than Turner.
I met him just out of High School, well a year out of High School to be pickie. Met him through a mutual friend "Muffin" (A nick name which fit her about as well it would a shark.) at Rocky Horror at the Belmont Theater in, you guessed it, Belmont. This was way back when Rocky Horrror was still new to me.
Hell, this was way back when I had just ID'd myself as being Deathrock. Yes that long ago.
The "Geek Pack" became Myself, Turner, Tim and Ted. We would often be seen at Rocky, at Hillsdale, at Nordstrum's Cafe, at Cafe Flore, at Mel's Dinner, at Sparky's, at Lip's Underground, and at Bagdad Cafe.
We used to RPG at weird and random places, not caring if we had dice or even a game system.
When I started to "explore myself" and the world with various fun chemical compounds, he was there.
When I was finally rescued from South Lake Tahoe, he was there. If fact he even had the tape cassette that had introduced me to Siouxsie and the Banshees that I thought was lost forever.
He was there at the start and end of the infamous Meadow relationship.
He was there at my 21st Birthday.
And now after 5 years or so he is around again. Haven't really chatted with him much. Too much time and distance I guess.
I don't want to have to say or think these things at his funeral. I want to be able to say these things to him. Time fades all to quickly, give him a few mores sands. What's a few decades to the grand scheme of things?
I hope I hear news soon.
Well enough circumlocution.
