an ode to next friday night

i go out
and i meet these people - wonderful people
and as usual they teach me things about life.
this happens every time i set foot out my door and i am still amazed by it.

meeting people who know who i am -
what a curious thought, living in a town long enough that i am familiar and they recognize me

and when the night is over we go our own ways
talouse
it changes my life each time it happens
should i ever start the night with painting and absinthe?

i ask him "what is the best show you have seen in a while"
and he tells me that it is the very same one that i have been thinking of
love the little things like that

how does the universe keep doing this?
how does it show me people who are like me
when i don't even try