Some people are always good company

Last time I saw Dave he dropped me off with a ukulele at Boston Airport for a delayed flight home. That was after my first extended sojourn in Vancouver.
Dave was the first guy I bumped into at Halls but don't think I made much of an impression as I didn't talk to him again for some time. But when I did he taught me to crochet, to breakdance (er....), and was a thoroughly peaceful and easy dude. On the move with beard/nalgene/bike and camera. I dug his style.
I saw him two years later in Boston when I was doing the exchangey stuff. Frisbee, thai, burritos and sushi, museums and a samba festival. We even tried to smuggle me into an Irish bar as the banjo player of his friends folk band (I would still be under 21 for another month).
I was meeting him in front of Shibuya Station. I was excited to see him, the kind where you can't help but break into a smile in the mirror.




It'd been two years. Seeing Dave was good.
I miss art students. I miss ideas students. I miss people excited with ideas. I need some exciting.

After leaving Dave I went to see Pin. It'd been two months. Seeing Pin was good. Some people are always good company.