Location: in fronta three screens all damn day
Music: not sleeping, cold wind blowing in the middle of the night
Spent the last four days cranking on a project. Just submitted it to the client a sec ago. So here I am with you, like old times.
Spoke to another old friend used to see every day. Lost touch, as things go. She had some static that I heard about so dropped her a line.
Her: Y’know, you gave me advice about things that I tell people to this day.
Me: Like what?
Her: (thinking) Well, a long time ago, I used to have to walk through this sketch alley to get home so I carried a knife with me. You told me to carry a small metal pen instead and showed me how to use it. I’ve been telling people that for years.
Me: (laughing) No kidding!
Her: (laughing) Yep. Plus I tell all my girlfriends so there’s a group of women here in San Fran that carry metal pens, all because of you.
Recalled another girl that dropped me a note a while ago thanking me for something I wrote once. Suppose it’s like that Donne poem, y’know – islands and all of that.
Funny how the things we say and do live on beyond our memory of them. It’s good t’be thought of kindly.
YASYCTAI: Call up an old friend for no real reason. (45 mins/1 pt)