saw my cousin tonight. he was in northridge and wanted to meet up in k-town.
i felt too tired to make that drive. i went to the gym, did 500 situps,
lifted weights and then swam 50 laps. pretty amazing how much endurance
you gain when you quit smoking. still, i was pretty wiped out..but hungry.
so he offered to drive down to gardena.
chadolbeki, ribeye, and sahmgyupsal with some soju and beer just goes so well
on a rainy night. there's something about the rain that makes me wanna smoke.
so i bummed a cigarette from a stranger. so what?
we talked about a lot of stuff since we don't see each other too much. he lives
in camarillo and has his own business to run. i've known this guy since we were
5, and we've always been good friends to each other - always. he's such a gentle
and kind person.
i'm glad he discovered scuba diving, he's gotten really into it. he's thinking
about even buying a boat. i told him to do it. he lives close enough
to the ventura harbor, and it doesn't have to be a 65 footer, with a bait tank,
and hot tub.
and he's only done the local dives! he's gonna be blown away when we go somewhere tropical.
he may not want to comeback.
during dinner, i listened carefully. i sensed a calmness about him, more than ever.
...we had his father's funeral last week. God rest his soul. i think he has found his peace with it.
i looked outside to see the falling raindrops as they pelted the glimmer of the asphalt,
making a thousand rings of gold and silver as the headlights shined upon their fate
...but that's not the end, they're going home, back to the sea. and i realized, they need
each other...the raindrops, they can't make it alone. the first ones to fall, lay
a carpet of smooth rivers, small oceans...so that others can make their way to a more
unselfishness...it doesn't sound as beautiful as it really is.