I think we stayed at every good hotel in the West. Big suites Hot tubs Room service We were really living the good life. Nothing like a little drug money to help you indulge in the finer things. "Easy come Easy go" Only people who have never sold drugs can say that. Easy.......Yeah, Right. Dealing with whackos Getting robbed at gunpoint Driving across the country with enough weight to get you Life in Prison. Stressful. Very stressful. So we'd stay in Fancy Resorts. Knowing one day it would all end May as well enjoy it while you can Because eventually you get caught And if you make it out alive, all you have are the memories. Like that time we were staying at the Royal Palms Next to the former President's family. Getting up from the pool, smoking crystal behind the cactus While the former first lady swam laps. She still looked pretty good in a bathing suit. Old gal.
I remember. Walking with you on West End Avenue. Laughing and Laughing. We used to go into the drug stores and try different eye creams Attempting to conceal the fatigue that comes from staying up for days on end.
Partying Man, did we party.
And I remember. The different creatures we would run into along the way. Creatures of the night. Mostly emotionally disturbed characters. Running from life or running from themselves. Some real crazies.
You remained my good friend. A reliable person. Something rare in life. We would talk about the mistakes we made and the good choices as well. Careful never to beat ourselves up too badly. Because sometimes, it’s hard to make the right choices. And it’s better to laugh when you mess up. It’s better to laugh if you can.
Friend. I went by your old place on West 26th Street Your name was no longer on the buzzer. I pushed it anyway. When an Asian woman answered I knew you were gone. Nobody coming out of the building seemed to remember you Just goes to show.
I went by the old diner at which we used to eat Same handwritten signs, same menus Same old tables. But no you.
I found it strange that the waitress remembered me but couldn't remember The guy who'd been going there for decades. Maybe I should have brought a photo To spark her memory Maybe I should have reached out to you, Bitten the bullet and swallowed my pride Because now the fight seems trivial Its the rest of the stuff that seems important,
All the good stuff we shared.
People used to sew patches on old jeans and put new soles on favorite shoes. Modern life has changed. We throw things out and buy new. But some things are irreplaceable. They are worth the effort a repair would require. Friend. My friend.