As soon as I saw him standing there at the bar, I turned around and left the Bunkhouse.
I didn't need this guy in my Life at this particular time. It's only gonna be Trouble, and I knew it but didn't care. FUCK!, I said to myself once I saw that he saw me walking in.
What the fuck am I going to do now? I thought. I didn't wanna believe it, but there he was, large as a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and looking just as imposing.
My true Friend. My heterosexual Life partner. My ex band mate extraordinaire...
The ex-Hardest Working Man In The Business World.
Standing there with that crooked grin of his and that mischievous look in his eyes. I couldn't recall the last time I saw him. 2 years ago? 3 years ago maybe? No idea. Seeing him made my liver hurt and my jaw ache from laughter. I had already suspected that this evening was going to be something Epic, what with it being the last Punk Rock gig to ever happen at this particular venue and all that, but this was just the icing on the cake. It's important to note the 'Punk Rock' aspect of that last statement, because there is a truly 'last gig ever' happening days later at the Bunkhouse, but it's being played by a shitload of dooshbag Hipster bands that I wouldn't walk across the street to spit on, but I digress. This Tale is one with a Reunification theme. It's the story of what happens when you run into a near and dear friend who you haven't seen in a long ass time, and how things just seem to go right back to where they once were, like no amount of time had passed between you. True Friendship.
He extended his hand to me, and I told him that wasn't going to be good enough, and I gave him a big ol' bear hug. It felt good. I did my Jackie The Jokeman impersonation for him. We both laughed like Idiots. He asked me what I wanted to drink, and I scolded him for forgetting. "Jameson's on the rocks?" he said, and I said of course.
We bellied up to the bar. It was going to be a long night...
And it was. :-)