I walked into the Basement right from my prom--in full regalia. A sleazy nightclub in the basement of a dilapidated apartment building. A mob joint. I was running wild; I didn’t care. I knew everybody around. Eddie was playing organ–his first time there. I didn’t know he’d be there and I just stared. In this jumbled, flashing cacophony, I could see only him, glowing behind that keyboard. I’ll never forget it--my heart was beating me as I watched him.

Is there anything else like young love? I still see Eddie that way.

I wonder how he sees me.