Catching up

Catching up with an old friend of mine last night. Laughing, being comfortable, crying. I should never stay away too long anymore.

It's nice talking to someone you've known for so long that driving directions like this makes perfect sense.

"The roads are slicker than greased owl shit. I'll come to your place. So, when I get to the credit union, I make a Becky and another Becky at the stop sign, go to Jenny Lind and make a Niki. From there I just look for the record with you on the cover?"

"Yes, exactly."