A Different K-Dog
Actually, an old friend from college.
My friend Kevin e-mailed me today. I haven’t spoken to Kevin in, oh, years, actually. We’ve exchanged the odd e-mail here and there over the last four years or so, but never really got deep into each other’s lives again. We lived in the same dorm, just down the hall, for three and a-half years. He knows the old me. The really old me. The me so old that I didn’t have my dark past yet. Well, I had some of it, but most people just didn’t ever know. Then, later, a lot of people knew, but they don’t know me now. Mostly. Hmm, being direct yet vague is a lot more complicated than I thought.
Anyway, Kevin e-mailed me and it was, well, cool. I miss Kevin. I miss the drunken talks when he’d get too honest with me and my feelings would be hurt, at least until I sobered up again. I miss being jealous of his ease with women, even though I ended up the one having a long-term, committed relationship. Sure, it didn’t work out, but, well, I sure made a good go of it. Kevin did the Peace Corp thing and I racked up consumer debt, got a second tattoo, married, a house, and divorced. Kevin… Kevin taught and played in a band and, well, I guess when we finally connect, I’ll find out more about what Kevin did.
But, it was cool that he came looking for me again. Especially because I was thinking of him the other day, trying to remember to get in touch with him.
Wow, serendipity.
