Conversation

Once upon a time a really cute hippie chick tried to cut me in line at Red Rocks claiming she knew a friend of mine. I said “not a chance,”and she called me an asshole. Turns out, she did know him, and that her name was Peggy-O. (Really) Last night, that same beauty, now my wife, and I watched the sun set over Venice listening to the RR’s 9/5/85 Peggy-O on my little phone speaker. Funny how things work out.
My friends, it’s true what they say, “Without love in the dream it’ll never come true.”