We met at a bar called The Rock. We both came to see the same band, each knowing someone who knew someone in the band. Fate stood us next to each other at the bar. We chatted. He bought me a drink. Before the night was through I had his phone number on a dollar bill. He claims it was the best dollar he’s ever spent.
The bar has since been sold. It is now The Dog House and entertains young hipsters dancing to cover bands. The band broke up. The dollar has been lost, spent on I don’t know what. The story varies depending on who is telling it. Yet Bubba and I remain.
His favorite bands are Metallica and Judas Priest, possibly not in that order. A song by either of those groups remind me of him. Since Enter Sandman is my favorite song by Metallica, I was thinking it is probably the closest we will ever get to “our song.”
. . . And then tonight we were sitting at Dairy Queen drinking our malteds. Bubba said, “We have to get home so we can watch Game of Thrones.” He started humming the theme song excitedly to get me up and moving. “It’s our song, baby!”
Peace . . .
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