How’s it going? I hope all is well. I haven’t spoken with you in a minute brah. Thought I’d drop you a line to check on you.
Everything with me is O.K., status quo, same shit, different day.
Hey listen, I’ve been thinking lately, thinking about the past. You know, the good old days. It’s summer now, so that is probably why I’m reminiscing and feeling a bit nostalgic. There are times I wish I could go back to July 1975 and visit for a short while.
You ever feel that way? I do all the time.
I’d give anything to be back to 6th grade on summer break. Summers in Middleburg were definitely on point. Swimming at the community center pool all day, vacation bible school, Parks & Rec camp, riding bikes, playing basketball while the pavement heat slowly melted away the soles of our feet. LOL, those wafer thin treads on our canvas Bata Bullet high tops were no match for the lava-hot asphalt, were they? We didn’t care though, we were just thrilled to be able to dunk the ball on that 8 foot rim at the school and spend hours pretending we were Dr. J.
Little did I know back then, but our escapades growing up would be some of the best times of my life.
Who knew that running through the house, yours or mine, in sock feet while our parents downstairs tipped a few back and smoked a few packs on weekend nights would be so much fun?
Who knew that playing a rowdy game of across-the-room catch with the rec room couch pillows until the make-believe ball sailed way out of reach knocking shit off shelves, porcelain trinkets falling to their pile of dust death would infuse such a rush of adrenaline? (approaching the brink of an ass whippin’ will do that)
Who knew we wouldn’t learn that rough housin’ in Alec and Mary Strozier’s house would break their ceiling light twice…on two separate occasions? Leaving two young knuckleheads unattended while the parents socialized in a separate room has its drawbacks.
We were some bad little bastards weren’t we?
Confession, nothing else mattered to me when we were growing up together. You were my ace, my bestest friend. That all changed when life simply got in the way. I guess it happens to everybody at some point.
I am sorry the delta between us has expanded. I am sorry we are no longer inseparable. I am sorry for life getting in the way. I am sorry my best friend has turned into just a friend.
I miss you man. I’d like to have you in my orbit again.
Holler at your boy. Peace out.