Old Friends and "The SS" Reunion.

"It requires greater courage to preserve inner freedom, to move on in one's inward journey into new realms, than to stand defiantly for outer freedom. It is often easier to play the martyr, as it is to be rash in battle. " -  Rollo May, 1909-1994

Stephen Hayes, (an old friend of mine and still one of my best friends) and I connected again after what seemed like years. We met up at Brother John's where his girl Marta works. We talked for a while, I told them about my life, and they told me about theirs. I'm still getting through my second college journey and they were moving to mexico in three weeks. 


"So where we going for this Christmas Party?" I asked. 


"Oh, yeah! We're going to Austin's! Live music, man." Stephen responded. I was excited, I hadn't seen or partied with Stephen in quite awhile, and never had a boring time doing it. We had been best friends since high school and despite the distances between speaking we always seem to get along as if days had never passed at all. I have a feeling that's how it is always going to be. 

So, we finished our brews. My Sierra Nevada and his IPA, got in my truck and drove three blocks to his house (the party was across the st.). 


We walked into the house, took a couple shots, I met the roommate of Stephen and Marta and my eyes grew wide. The girl, whom of course I irreverently forgot her name (I think it was Nyla or Nadi or Laya or something like that), was gorgeous. I quickly shook the thoughts of even flirting with her out of my head, said a few quick words (she would not be going with us), and stephen and I rushed across the street to see everyone. 


We spent the night listening to musicians free-styling in what seemed to me to be the best improv jam session I've ever witnessed. I was amazed. It was copiously powerful, fluid like water, and excellent in all my musical tastes. 


Aside from that - after many cups of a very fine brew in a keg surrounded by ice, a couple cigarettes, meeting some very cool people, some girl walking up to me and letting me know that I would not be "getting any" for no apparent reason (I had never saw, talked, or met her before), playing a massive game of flip cup, and finally ending up crashing/passing out at stephen's house watching HD version of PLANET EARTH - It was a really great night with a great friend. 


Thanks, Stephen! 


P.S. Oh and Nayalalyda, or whatever your name is. - "Call Me."   


- The Danger Kid