Last night, at about 10:00pm, I was in bed, watching TV, waiting to fall asleep. My phone rings, and it's my old friend Matt Johnston. He told me he was in my driveway with Ian Daniels. I hurriedly grabbed my glasses and went out to meet them. They came inside, and we drank tea and talked for a couple hours. They smoked a couple cigarettes on my patio and at about 12:30am, they left.
Talking to them was stimulating, enlightening, horrifying, and stupefying. We talked about everything, from our stint at Barnes&Noble to college to drugs to God. The conversations were rich with laughs and memories. They told me I needed to go out and experience a lot of things before I get too old. I was hesitant, mostly because they probably meant drugs, but I appreciated the insight. Ian Daniels is something else. He's like a myth. The kid falls asleep standing up, then wakes up and reminisces about how one time he took Ecstasy laced with heroine. Ever since he graduated last year, I'd been wondering when I'd see him again. Then, like some book or movie, he shows up on my doorstep in the middle of the night. Anyway. It was really nice to talk about sports and (dare I say it?) philosophies with them. They invited me on a road trip to Canada. I don't know if it'll pan out, but it sounds interesting. Don't know if I'm brave enough, though...
I don't know when I'll see them again, but I hope it's soon. It's 10 in the morning. I'm groggy and still rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Last night is a memory, fragrant with nicotine. They left me with good advice, an idea of what college is like, an invitation to Canada, drug recommendations, cigarette ashes on my patio, and a crumpled tea bottle, courtesy of Ian.
Talking to them was stimulating, enlightening, horrifying, and stupefying. We talked about everything, from our stint at Barnes&Noble to college to drugs to God. The conversations were rich with laughs and memories. They told me I needed to go out and experience a lot of things before I get too old. I was hesitant, mostly because they probably meant drugs, but I appreciated the insight. Ian Daniels is something else. He's like a myth. The kid falls asleep standing up, then wakes up and reminisces about how one time he took Ecstasy laced with heroine. Ever since he graduated last year, I'd been wondering when I'd see him again. Then, like some book or movie, he shows up on my doorstep in the middle of the night. Anyway. It was really nice to talk about sports and (dare I say it?) philosophies with them. They invited me on a road trip to Canada. I don't know if it'll pan out, but it sounds interesting. Don't know if I'm brave enough, though...
I don't know when I'll see them again, but I hope it's soon. It's 10 in the morning. I'm groggy and still rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Last night is a memory, fragrant with nicotine. They left me with good advice, an idea of what college is like, an invitation to Canada, drug recommendations, cigarette ashes on my patio, and a crumpled tea bottle, courtesy of Ian.
Also, it was funny to hear Ian complain about how annoying Stevie Troulis was.
Bye!
-J
Haha, they're going to Canada? What for?
ReplyDeleteian once told me he was gonna get a boat and live on it and sail to a distant land.
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