Weekend of times worth remembering and friendship worth holding onto.
At this point in time its approximently five in the afternoon, I have put on my Radiohead and started my journey towards Des Moine. Getting directions that put me towards all the country leaves me going 55 the whole time down a two lane highway with passing trucks threatening to knock me off the road. Stop for dinner, eat that burger and there Im again on the road, all by myself reading the piece of paper which will show me the way back to brotherly bonding and memories forgotten but soon to be remembered and laughed upon. Do I hear a horse laugh? I've lost that since the tragedy, but driving on down I remember all of our cheeto memories and sleeping on that scrunched up uncomfertable couch. Realizing this I get excited and push down on that pedal. Forget the speed limit and that tractor that is slowly pushing in front of me. I get a call. No I'm not lost in fact Im about 10 minutes away from getting a huge hug with giggles and gangsta screaming. Good times? Of course. I arrive at the destination, pull into that driveway with waiting anticipation and trying to predict what is to come. Knock on the door and here the footsteps coming. My eyes get wide and who be there, but the one man who I came to love like family. The greetings passed and the stories on laugh started. Finishing up, and realizing Des Moine is an unexplored place for myself, once again Im in the car, and we are driving on down. Light that up and lets go for a walk. Talk about our memories and past times. Getting coffee and sitting outside while a drum beat slowly picks up speed. Going back now, but lets pick up movies. Food making and shitty potatoes. That explains a lot. Put in the movie and fall asleep halfway through. Wake up. Eat the breakfast and get the day started. Five minute shower and Im ready to pull out. Pictures, walking, talking, this day was awesome. I'm to worn out to finish this story up. Maybe I'll extend it another time, but for now here you go. Enjoy
Robb
Robb