Things Have Changed

I ran into an old friend the other day, one I hadn’t seen in many years. I was so happy to see him, but I was sad, too. He didn’t look too good—actually, he looked terrible—because he had never stopped the life we lived. He and I sure did go through some stuff together. We partied hard and got into all kind of trouble. I got my first tattoo with this guy. Got arrested with him a handful of times, as well.