Two friends pass in a dark place,
Separated by mere inches and years,
They stop, they stare, puzzled.Then realization crosses their face,
Strangers turn to brothers and go for beers,
All night long they guzzled.-Matt Meade
Matt Meade
And miles to go before I sleep…
Yes Michael barely recognized me when we met in the theater to see Transformers. Then we drank and watched Young Frankenstein at Jason’s.
It was an interesting split-second when we were trying to recognize each other in the dark theater (not having seen each other in a year or two) and then we did.