had also wanted to be a musician, a pro surfer, a writer, a policeman…the list goes on. His interests changed rapidly, but he was always saying 'life is too short, how else am I gonna have time to get it all in. I had to give him credit for being so positive about it. He didn’t stress about life, and I liked being around the energy he gave.
“Hey Chris, what's up?” I sad.
“Yo Alex! There is this band playing tonight at the Bongo Club! I know the bass player, they're awesome, you gotta come! There'll be lots of hot guys for you.” “Ha! How do you know that for sure? Last time I
didn't see any and I just got some drunk old dude trying to feel me up! Reckon I need therapy after that and YOU should pay!” I said.
“Come on doll face, when you're as good looking as yourself you gotta be prepared for all sorts of men, even the weirdoes,” he replied.
“Flattery will NOT help Mr!”
“But will you come out! Come on! It'll be great! I'll buy you a drink …or four…whatever. ”
“Hmmm… well OK, actually could be nice with a wee night out, what time?”
“Yay, nice! About 8 pm? ” He suggested. “Cool, see you later. Bye.”
“See ya! Bye.”
The thing I loved about Chris was that he always had some social plan on the go. When in doubt about what to do, one could always call Chris and he'd have a plan!
Today was Friday so going to see a band sounded like a perfect start to the weekend.
The bus turned down Broughton Road as I saw a couple on the pavement holding hands and giggling. They must have been around my age, they looked so happy. I'd