Iced cold night sipping and slipping away inside of a happily tended bar.
First time punk rock show for the first act. Final ska show for the finale.
Goodbyes and hellos echo in the crowded flow and as friends multiply like rabbits I can’t help but laugh.
In the center of the crowd the goodbye boy with brew in hand, sits and listens to his friend’s band.
No pretensions and no apprehensions I let my words go to do as they please.
Step outside and a friend takes a puff from her chocolate cigar, exhaling elation and crisp conversation.
It’s a good night, and it’s a goodbye to a friend with a one way ticket on his mind, and a girlfriend left behind.
Everything is fleeting.