Spontaneous Friend On the way over I thought about another time I'd gone to visit him. It was nearly thirty below and there I was walking through the biting wind to say hello. This time, it was nearly 11 and he'd just told me he was in town overnight. Years earlier, he was on stage with The Subterraneans and blew a string on his bass. He didn't have any spares and there were no other bass guitars around, so I drove home to get mine. Another night, I was supposed to meet some people I didn't necessarily want to be alone with, so I dropped in and picked him up on the way. And yet still, he once called me at six with a free ticket to Nine Inch Nails at seven. The seats were only several rows back from the stage.

It's nice to have a spontaneous friend.  ¶ 7:18 PM