I suppose it would be a good time to talk about weed.
I’ve listened to probably 200 of Marc Maron’s WTF interviews. When you listen to anyone talk that much, you’re bound to hear him come back to the same ideas over and over. And one of my favorites has always been this: “Everyone needs that guy, that guy who introduces you to all the good music. He’s older, he somehow knows about everything before anyone else, he’s that guy.” For me, that guy was Tom Rainey.
One gorgeous Autumn evening in Boston, probably in 2009, Cathy and I were at Fenway watching the Red Sox. I got a text from a friend with whom I hadn’t spoken in a while, Chris Powell. Chris and his wife Steph were old friends from high school. We loved them dearly. The text read, “Spend New Year’s in Vegas with us!”
When Cathy and I were living in Champaign, Illinois, we had a cordless phone. (Click here if you don’t know what that is.)
One day in the summer of 1994, I went over to my best friend Joel’s house. He had just finished his first year of college; I was about to be a senior in high school. We watched a movie and then another and then another. Then somehow it was 6:00 a.m. and we were still awake so he said, “let’s go to the mall!” Oddly enough, this was before drinking and drugs were a part of our lives.
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