Gold
i used to turn the corner and look for it in the driveway; her gold truck.
then, when it was gone, i would flinch everytime a gold truck drove past. or just a truck. or a gold car.
now i catch myself looking for it. even when i know it's not in town. i get to turn the corner again and hope it's in the driveway.
we're having a reunion dinner at amazonia on monday night. it will be the first time i've been back since i left. i'm excited about it. even if steve can't make it and danah will be late. they say you can't go home again, but i wonder.
this is all a long winded and mismatched prolgue to the announcement that i'll be in vegas this weekend. wish me luck.

Knock 'em dead, high roller. See you Monday night, deep in the jungle of our not-so-distant past.
yep! i'm tempted to wear the leopard skin loincloth...
zack like zelig flitting
from musicians to magicians,
gamblers to 'mazonians,
driving gilded trucks:
aw shucks.
great to see you last night. i felt your happiness, perhaps for the first time.
to monday!