March 7, 2013
It was dark downtown. I found a park next to a lone bar Steve and I used to go to regularly before I started having seizures again in late 2009. Tonight I was meeting him at a small Greek restaurant. There he was, at the end of the booth that ran the length of the diner. He smiled congenially as I placed my coat on the chair across from him. At the counter, I ordered roasted veggies and a cup of water. I talked about my day. He talked about the movie he just saw. Good to be out tonight.