“Sometimes,” he started, “it’s good to be sad. I lived the crazy life when I was a kid.” To me he was still a kid. “I did some things, a lot of things, that I’m paying for now. And I sort of need to be reminded of that, so I like to get all sad at night. But then I get my girl with me and we dance and she sort of makes it right again.” He looked suddenly embarrassed about sharing so much detail with a stranger. “That probably don’t make no sense to you,” he said apologetically.
“Makes a lot of sense,” I told him.
“What’s your favorite?” he asked. “I can add it to the list.”
“In the Still of the Night.”
“I’ll put it in the mix.”
“Sounds good,” I lied.
Unlike him, I didn’t have anyone to help me make things right again. I made a note to be good and drunk and fast asleep by the time the music started.
About the Author
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