12:44 A.M.
I checked my caller ID and it said one missed call.
I scanned through the phone to find the last missed call.
It read, �Curts mom.�
Ok, that makes NO sense. Curt is in Colorado and his mom wouldn�t call out of the blue.
I called back and soon realized that it was Q who had made the call.
He answered and said that he had called to inquire about the Spanish girl from work.
He asked a few questions and mentioned that he�d like to meet up with her. I offered to call her to set up a date, and he said he would be more comfortable if I made it a group thing.
So it goes, the next time I talk to Maureen I will set it all up!
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Class went well tonight. It actually flew by faster than I had anticipated.
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After class I headed up to Java to catch the open mic night.
Allen was outside talking with friends and we caught up on missed time.
Nothing has changed, it�s been 5 years and he still plays Magic The Gathering.
When I saw him whip out his deck of playing cards my mind wondered to a place it hadn�t been in quite some time.
I thought to myself, �I wonder what ever happened to Richey. The last time I had seen him he was in a club.�
I got in the car and drove in the direction where I remembered him owning a card shop.
I called Lauren to pin point my destination and she helped me get to where I needed to be.
I pulled into the deserted parking lot.
The card shop was gone, and instead a hair salon stood in the place where the shop used to be.
I tried to recall where his parents lived. I drove around Larghetto aimlessly for about 30 minutes before I finally gave up.
I�m sure I would have done better finding the place if I had even driven to his house just once.
When we would visit his family on Sunday�s he always picked me up and drove me home.
My brain isn�t working for shit tonight�.
It�s clouded with memories of time gone by, and bitterness that slowly fades from my past.
What would I have done if I had actually run into him?
What could I have honestly said to him?
Maybe I would say something along the lines of, �Sorry, I was a bitch��
Right.
Maybe I just wanted to find him so I could peer in the window to see how much has changed. Maybe I�m curious to find out how he filled the voids that once existed?
Who knows what was running through my mind.
I can�t make my mind stop for even a moment to catch a collective thought.
I would love to see him happy. I�d like to see how much better off he is now that I�m gone.
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I�m home now and ready for bed.
Who knows what tomorrow holds in store, but relaxation is a must!
