Nathan performed at the UCO Jazz lab again tonight. He’s a better Trombonist than I was back in the day, and I wasn’t bad at all.
There’s a photo I took of my son as a young kid, red sweater, red backdrop, laughing, framed on my living room console table. Last week I noticed a small sliver of yellow paper sticking out of where you put the photo in, so I opened it. Behind the photo was $50 and a post-it note from my mom that simply read “I love you son”.
Nathan and I drove to Colorado to meet some friends and ski just west of Denver, CO. His first time to ski, I was truly impressed. Never had any trouble getting off the ski lift. Took a bit of a wipeout on a blue run, but he did a blue run on his first day ever to ski.
I was walking to school. The high school was about five to seven miles from my home but it was a beautiful spring Colorado morning and it felt like the only logical choice to do with my time. My car was broken down, somewhere unknown in Albuquerque, New Mexico with little hope to ever get it back. My mom was pissed off that I had lied to her about driving to Texas to see my ex (first) girlfriend who I was still trying to win back and who never failed to break my heart every time I made an effort. This time, it was her prom. She asked me to come to hers and despite my car breaking down in the middle of the New Mexico desert, I scraped my remaining money together to get a one-way bus ticket to still make the event. Right after the prom, the inevitable played it’s part and I was once again left heart broken, this time stuck in Plainview, Texas.