i’m one of those people that if i think hard enough on someone they usually appear. even if i haven’t seen them in years it is inevitable that they will show up. such was the case this weekend. on sunday i went to meet a friend for coffee and to take some pictures. as i was ordering my tall house blend at the evil yet super yummy starbucks in walks this tall red headed man with a stride unmatched. i immediately bellow out a “holy fuck!” and he smiles. we embrace like old friends do and i whisper “where have you been?”. it was adam, my high school sweetheart. he had changed as the years will do to you but he still kept the same arrogance and self-assuredness that i always loved about him. we chatted for a moment and he introduced me to his girlfriend. we parted promising to call each other. just a week earlier i was thinking about what he was doing, if he was well, if he was alive, if i should call his mom to get his number.

this weekend has been a monumental one in the “yeah, we’re both shitheads but we were about three beers from killing each other” department. a friend and i had it out and even though things will never be equal i feel that we respect each other a lot more. sometimes you have to shit on your friends to gain a little perspective.