Hello. I shared a late night with a good friend last night, watering down some Evan Williams, burning through a few C Notes and talking about days gone by. My late teens and early twenties seem surreal at this point in my life. When I tell someone the stories of that time in my life, the words sound exaggerated...even to me...and I know they're true. Life in the under belly of Omaha was an eye-popping experience for a kid from a small town.

I would love to meet some of the characters I ran with in the mid-seventies. There was a group of brothers and sisters that I spent hours with sharing life that I haven't seen for 30 years. It would be so cool to find out how their life turned out. For 2 or 3 years, I knew these people really well. We experienced some incredible things together. I packed my shit, moved to the Black Hills and never saw most of them again.

That is one of the strange things about life. People come in and out of your life. In some cases you share your deepest thoughts and feelings, only to be scattered. There are people out there who are your closest friends and yet a total stranger. Treasures that create your soul.