Long, Lost

nags headOur friendship was novel, I think, for both of us, having grown up on opposite sides of the planet. I introduced him to heavy metal and to the intricacies of scoring beer and weed.

One summer his parents brought me to the beach, where we body-surfed and told girls we were 18. (We were only 16.) We came home and told our friends we’d gotten laid, although we hadn’t come close.

Then, one day he was gone. Once again his father got re-stationed somewhere overseas, Thailand I think. That was a decade ago, and I haven’t heard from him since.


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