Go by starb for the last time.
One more coffee.
One more 'freezer time'.
One more hug goodbye.
1:48 - 2:00pm-
Cleaning out my desk I find 15 books of matches and decide to donate them to starb. First I write little messages inside all of them.
3:26pm-
Find an old scrap of paper:
"if thoughts of you were coffee
I would never get to sleep.
Cause I can never fall asleep.
If thoughts of you were salt water
I'd be floating on an ocean.
Cause I think of you. Only.
If thoughts of you were gravity
I'd be held against the ground,
Anytime you weren't around.
If thoughts of you were bricks
I'd be crushed under a pile.
I'd be dead and smiling."
Morbid...
5:17pm-
Me: "who do I talk to to make a reservation?"
Mercados: "we don't take reservations."
Me: "oh ok. Well then let me just warn you- 20 to 25 people are gonna show up around 7:30 and expect a place to sit."
8:48pm-
It's been over an hour waiting for a table. Todd goes to talk to the manager.
8:55pm-
Todd comes back.
We have a table now.
10:15pm-
Kim: "Well, Zane, if it doesn't work out for you in the city you know you at least have these 23 people here for you. And we would drive the two hours to Dallas to pick you up."
Boyd: "We would consider it at least. But! If you came in to the Tyler airport, we would BE THERE!"
10:17pm-
Boyd: "oh, and be careful in that tunnel. Cause I just saw a movie with Bruce Willis... So... If you see a car headed towards a tanker... Just, be careful."
10:38pm-
Last goodbyes to all my best friends.
(picture by Boyd)
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