Bob took the photo on a Sunday afternoon at Mars Bar, a crazy dive bar in the East Village of New York City. My friend Laura had given me a swizzle stick and that’s me and my friend Lindsay admiring it.
I remember that afternoon and it dissolved into a drunken mess as most Sunday afternoons at the Mars Bar did. I can’t believe that this was over seven years ago!
About four months after Bob took this photo, he died of a heart attack in his apartment. Then about a year later I moved back here to Peoria. Lindsay moved to San Francisco and is now back in New York City and I saw her last year, which was great! I haven’t seen Laura in over two years and left her a phone message last night. Let’s see if she calls me back! She's probably out watching the hawks. Oh and the Mars Bar is long gone, they tore it down to put up a shiny and tall condominium building for millionaires with a bank inside of it.
Okay, I gotta get into work, I guess the meaning of this post is you never know what’s going to happen, so take Bluto’s advice and start drinking heavily!