A Trace

I sat and thought for a moment about those people in time…

I remember meeting up with S—- while walking home from school some year during high school. I maybe had met him only once, but that single time we had shared together had its significance, enough for me to say, ‘What’s up, man?’

We rode in his mother’s car, I do remember. We all shared a joint and talked about, most likely, insignificant topics, for Cannabis usually has its own dialect.

I sat this evening and wondered why those initial encounters, which led to a several year relationship with S—-‘s entire family, had such an impact in my life. Why did those days come? Were the experiences lessons in a grand scheme? Were they by design? Did they aid in getting me to this point of my life?

Sense perception in this thing called Life is so mysterious…

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