“Only the night before, there was a guy, he pulled over with his car beside me. ‘What’s up, buddy?’ he says, ‘Is there something you need, do you need to call someone for help, some relative of yours? I can call, if you want me to, with my cell phone. Do you want me to give you a ride anywhere?’ ‘No, man…’ I tell him, ‘thanks’. ‘I just saw you standing in the middle of the street’ he says ‘ and thought you might have an accident’. ‘Got some time?’, I ask him, ‘Where are you going?’ ‘I got time’, he tells me, ‘I’ m going to a bar, for a beer’. ‘My treat the first one?’ I tell him. ‘That’s my friend!’ he says.
After the first beer we had some more, treating each other, we became good friends, he stirred me up to write a book and if I wanted to, he would help me out. I would talk and he would write. We thought we might meet again tonight. We’ll see!