I got an SMS while waiting in the Atlanta Hartsfield-Jackson Airport saying, “I remember the first time you got drunk. It was on long island ice teas.”
And I laughed out loud.
I texted back, “Man, yeah, that’s when the Braves won the World Series. We partied on Peachtree Street!”
Just then they announced boarding for the different zones. I added to the text, “Boarding now. See you soon dude!” And with that, I folded my mobile phone into my breast pocket and I lined up with the others.
I slept the whole flight.
And when I got to arrivals he was standing taller than I remember him and his hair was long and curly. I think he was about to text me when he looked up and saw me. David gave a big toothy grin.
“Did you keep growing after college?”
“No I just learned to stand taller.” And with all smiles we both shook hands and gave each other a hard pat on the back.
“Fucking great to see you man.”
“Yeah, it’s been too long. 13 or 14 years.”
I stopped walking and looked at him. “What? Are you kidding? Really? I thought it was only 10 years.”
“I moved to New Orleans in June of 1995.”
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