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  • Sometimes i still think about the rides we made back and forth with you from the meeting point back to your house on the south side. The nights punctuated by music like Led Zeppelin, The Who, The Rolling Stones, and all of the various fuzzy radio broadcasts from the beaten up radio make up some of the warmest memories in my mind. Sometimes our car trips together weren't so great, sometimes they were painful to endure, and sometimes they were filled with pride because you were so proud of my achievements.

    There was one rider you let tag along, less frequently as the years wore on, but an unwelcome one regardless. The rider could be short and fat or at other times long and slender, but always in their proper place, your hands protected from their chill by the foam-like costumes they wore.

    One night he said to the rider "You know, when you're in the car, i lean more to the right side of the road, and when you aren't here i tend to stick to the left side"

    It never occurred to me at that time in my life that what he was doing was so irresponsible. I was used to his drinking a lot, it seemed only natural he'd want one in the car to quench his thirst...

    How innocent we were.
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