I got a random text message today from one of my best friends from childhood. I vaguely remember the last time I saw him (it was during “Grease”, and Bryan was gone, doing lights), but it was a quick visit. Other than that, it may have been Thanksgiving holiday of 2004 since I’d sat and talked with him.
He lives in New York now, where he does a random stand-up routine (which is VERY, very funny), and is also a bartender. He makes more money than I could dream about.. working three nights a week.
And he sent me a text message: I had a dream about you last night.
Of course, I asked if it was good. He said: It was funny and good, and realistic, and oddly comforting.. all at the same time.
And that just really made me feel good. It took place at the first house he lived in when we met, “the townhouse”, and he said it was just “us”. Very old school.
It just made me smile. Wanted it down, in writing, for later.