Tonight I talked to Jason for a long time. Sometimes after I talk to him I listen to songs I know he likes.
I am listening to "Angels" by Robbie Williams and it reminds me of when
he was here. We were in Steve's Range Rover driving through the city on
Lake Shore drive at night. Jason and I were in the back seat and Jonesy
(who is the loudest Cockney bastard you will ever meet) and Steve were
in the front. The three of them were singing along to the song at the
top of their lungs. If you have any experience with Englishmen and
singing songs they are attached to, you understand what I am talking
about. As much as I fucking hate Steve, thats one of my best memories
and I don't think I will ever forget it. It was Jason's last night in
Chicago and the whole day was really bittersweet.
19 days until I see him. i am getting him a set of
monogrammed pint glasses for Christmas. I think its a perfect gift for a British sailor.