So I was driving down the road
chatting my wife, taking her to the beach when suddenly
a toll booth popped out and instinctively I
took out a dollar bill thinking it would be enough
and I
took a glance at the toll booth man and
and
I felt this feeling of deja vu, the guy
was staring at me and I was starting at him
and he said
Thank you, took the money from my hand and
I drove away and
gradually as the look on his face faded away I started to remember that he
was my one of best friends during high school and
how we used to hang out together as best buds;
how we
skipped school together,
rolled down the streets with a boombox on my shoulder
screaming out good old 70's songs with no care about the world at all
and yet here we are
again
and I wondered why
he was a sitting in that sick confinement collecting money and guarding the road
probably thinking that was it
while I was on my car
with my wife
heading down to beach to enjoy a nice time there
I wondered what drifted us apart only to
find ourselves separated from each other in very different places
a toll booth man and a married guy who makes a living being an English teacher
As I pondered my wife was still talking to me but I
could no longer hear what she was saying instead
I was awestruck at just what Time could do
to two old friends.
