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My ReturnTen years ago I went thereWith friends I'd known for months. Trying to carve out a life. I learned how much I hated The bar Scene. Pretty boys. The currency of appearance. No new friends there. Just explosive self doubt. My friends have lives and careers. I have a career But not yet what I'd call a life. I went there again last night. With friends I known for minutes. The place was different In unexpected ways. There'd been a make-over Fresh paint, some new walls, But most left as it was. The people are no longer hostile. Just mind-numbingly indifferent. The music Same as always Was terrible. I didn't see anyone from the old crowd. Just their little brothers. I kept having to remind myself, "You knew someone ten years ago Who looked like him. He Doesn't look like that anymore." My mind overflowed with memories: People, events, and situations. I've never before been To a place haunted By the ghosts of people still alive. |
| 25 June 1995 | |
| by Bill Cattey | |
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