We were back where we started. All of us pushing 40, youth beyond decay. Ron, guitar god friend from youth, returned from mountain exile, played half his age. His eyes were that long ago fire, his hair spitting flames. Here we were like yesterday, days of doubling time, ensconced in a club, blanketed in metal. Back home were my wife and kids. Safe, our time together only just begun. Speakers blasted sound. I closed my eyes, became 20 again. But this wasn’t the end. All my life left, brilliant days to come.
- ▼ December (15)