Tuesday night, post-NSCC. There were a bunch of you, friends, who’d come out and were leaving, and getting into some kinda conversation with the big sideburned dude. I was on the way out, lost in my own thoughts (I’d already averted a conversation with him) and not really paying attention, but in retrospect on the way home I noted he seemed to be trying to make some kinda earthshaking point the way drunks do, and failing miserably, and you were rightly havin’ none of it. Anyway, I’m a regular there, and I’d never seen him before. Keep coming back. There’re good people around there. —Off into the Night
This article appears in Mar 8-14, 2012.
