Utter Shit

Sometimes you meet someone and you maybe do not know them for long…but they leave a little mark.  The memories are not really there anymore (god, how we drank) but the way you felt has certainly not been forgotten.

I do not know why he popped into my head tonight – is it because I am heading into SF tomorrow where he lives?  is it because I am heading to a museum? is it the art?  is it just boredom and my brain is reeling back to times when it was intrigued?

I found his email address…not hard to do.  He has a website where he sells his paintings (he told me there was one he was working on that had me in it, in the bar that we would hang out in – no idea if it was true, but I loved hearing it).

Oh….shit…I still have his old emails….ugh.  The. Chemistry. Was. Palpable.

That is why he is still snuggled into my brain….