-“So there’s this girl.” He said, trying not to sound too obvious. “She’s staying just a couple of blocks from where I live and she could be everything I ever wanted, if only I knew what I wanted.”

My thoughts were following his words like as if they were my own, I could taste every god damned sound coming out of his thinly, chapped lip mouth. I couldn’t really stand him for too long, his conversations always ended in the same way, with some girl.

-“So why don’t you go talk to her.” I replied thinking I had only said it in my head when in fact my mouth was doing it out loud.

-“What do you mean?" He asked “You know I already have someone, it’s what makes this whole situation so freaking difficult. You know? I have something relatively sure at home, yet I can seem to help but feel I need something different.”

-“Is this something new?” I asked, moderately interested know. For some reason, this conversation was going somewhere else and it was peaking my waning interest.

-“I can’t say. All I know is that right now I feel much more incomplete and in need than when I left the city. I don’t know, something about being the new person in town and being able to be ‘exotic’ again is something that entices me. Strange how it never was like this before.”

We barely spoke a word after that, whatever came out of our mouths after that didn’t go further than him giving me bad directions to whatever bar we were going to next that we did not know.

"This new town, there’s something about it," he says, "It’s the distance, It's just so far away from everything that I'm used to, everything I've grown to know." I just say it’s that we haven’t really found out how crappy it really is, even with all the run down building and torn down old redbrick factories, to him and I, It’s still shiny and new. A whole new playground for both of us to play in.

The bar was closed but we managed to find another one, the name or place really didn’t matter, our intention that night was to get out of the house and try and figure out how the night life of this town worked. We were the new people there.

One thing about the bars here is that one is not that much different from the other, there’s the same type of people, same beer same drunken noise and same drunken freshmen, the dart board, ping-pong tables, at least they all look alike to me.

He had started talking about something that took me a couple of minutes to actually pay attention too, my ears, eyes and head were still getting used to all the loud music, voices and high pitched giggles coming from freshman girls hanging out with the seniors. It felt so good to be out of that whole scene, having left it behind more than five years ago made me feel a little bit older, a little bt wiser than most of the people there.

-“…like not knowing what’s better, you know? I have no idea how this girl really is, the only thing circling ‘round my head is that she’s here right now.”

I couldn’t help but thinking she was at the bar when he really just meant “in town.” I have a problem when I talk to people and that is I take things they say to literally, but not seriously. This was one of those moments.

-“So, ok, you like her, we know that. Do you like her more than your girl?” I asked. He hesitated and took a drink from his dirty pint and made an expression telling me that the beer was bad.

-“Hard to say, buddy. All I know is that whatever history she and I have is coming back to bite us and it’s coming back good and hard. It is at least for me.” His eyes trailed off a little inside his beer, I knew he was remembering some old memory from the smile on his face. “I like her enough to consider the worst, you know?”

I knew exactly what he meant, unfortunately.

The kicked us out of the bar eventually after a couple hours, neither him or I have gotten used to the fact that we're two hours ahead and without us noticing it get late really quick. I drove him back to his apartment and we said goodbye, It's funny though, If I had known that was going to be the last night I'd see him in a very long time I'm not sure I would have done anything differently that night.

The next day I went to the woods behind my apartment. I had found this little niche where one of the trees had fallen down but was still leaning against a tree in such a way that when I climbed up it gave me a nice view of whatever sunset or sunrise I was in front of. This is my place to think and write, where I go to be nowhere and to be everywhere, at least inside my head, all of this in the same time.

I didn’t see him for a couple of weeks after that night at the bar but I heard he had broken up with his long-time girlfriend. I was surprised to say the truth; I didn’t think he’d have it in him to do it again after all that had happened. I haven’t heard from him since and have no idea where he’s headed or where he is, I’ve talked to people who’ve seen him but they’re not really sure whether he has happy or depressed the last time they saw him, they always tell me: “Well, he was just there.” Someone told he had heard him muttering to hs drink something about moving away but nobody knows where. He's always been a bit of a nomad, always enjoying a new place as long as It's new then moving on when he's seen it all. I know as much as he does that this is what will probably doom him, I just wonder when I think about him, with how he is and what he does, is the world big enough for him to never run out on him?

-"I can't really say, buddy?"