RR fanz and such.
Hey kids!
I just had the most pleasant evening. I invited a friend, (most aprehensively, I might add) to join me at an A.A. meeting. She agreed to go, despite her busy schedule. I’m always nervous about how people will react to their first meeting. I know how I reacted…back in 1990. It was quite a negative take that I had on the whole hour long affair. She seemed to be paying attention. But, this one is polite to a fault, you know. She could have been dreaming of her girl, Rachael, or perhaps wondering what time the damn thing ended. That’s the difficulty in mind reading. It’s best if I just don’t bother, eh? Anyway, we walked to and from the clubhouse and it was indeed a lovely evening for a stroll and a chat. We talked about different things. Comfortable, she is. Way too kind to be hangin’ with the likes of me. Perhaps my role in her life is to toughen her up. Teach her how to swing back. Be an asshole for once. Ok. Maybe not. Perhaps it’s the other way around. Maybe she’s here to teach me how to be kinder, gentler. God, I hope not. I’m too cute to be nice…