  A phone call from nowhere. Bryan, aka Bryrox, called me last night at my parents house, leaving a message on my folks machine. I havent heard from this guy in years. Always wondered how he was getting on. A troubled soul, into all sorts of illegal situations from drugs to a history of theft and violence.
His father was a monster, and when he died, he threw a party. Turns out he was in jail for a spell. Tackled by the DEA and sent to a 6month stint in a detention facility, followed by a six month residential drug treatment center up in Fresno. Hes out now, looking to start a new job in Arizona near the Grand Canyon next week. Part of his punishment, I gather, is to stay away from taking up residence in San Diego for five years.
Shoo the problem away, I suppose. So, tomorrow we may be having dinner together and catching up. To hear about his schooling that so excited him, to hear about the family all that has transpired in all this time he has been incommunicado. No more flutters in my stomach knowing that a night with B means a night with something a lot harder than weed to accompany it. Just the thought repulses me. 
