Curioser & Curioser
So last night I got a call from guy I dated when I was 18. He has moved to Oceanside.
Last I saw him he was crossing the street...fresh out of prison. He didn't see me, but his new girlfriend was with him, and weeks before...before they were together...I had let her borrow the original Lip-Service dress she was wearing, and I never had seen her, him or that dress after that day.
Well, he wants me to see him tonight, and go with him to see his brother play... his brother is now semi-sort-fo a Rock Star... go figure.
When he called last night he said "This is Chaos",
"Who?", I replied, half a sleep with my current narcoleptic phase.
"Oh, I mean Billy.", christ that was a bit of a wake-up.
Billy Jack Archer, yes I remember you well... good sex... bad drama.
And now 13 years have passed... He's 2 years older than me to the day. yes, we have the same birthday.
We met when I was 17. I had been at the same music venue (Moon Beans) earlier that evening, listening to the Hates play... I left early and fel asleep at John Hill's house (where I had been staying).
Some mutual friends literally tossed him in the room where I was sleeping and he sat there trying to wake me, and he succeeded, but it wasn't till after my 18th birthday (his 20th) that we kissed, screwed and got dramatic. Outside that room our friends were all betting on how long it would be before we became an item.
So, if I recall from my sleepy haze last night... I think he and I are going to see his brother play tonight.