I met an old friend online yesterday. It’s funny, coz when I say old, I mean two things: One, we go back many years. It was a chance meeting at a bookstore that got us talking and he shared a rather similar taste in music. Well, the similar taste was only to an extent; while I was all Gn’R, he was all Metallica.

The other reason why I saw old, is because I have always felt that he was too old for his age. He was an old soul trapped in a young body. This also caused us to discuss stuff beyond our age. Boy, we did have a lot of mind-expanding conversations, eh?
Anyways, he is now in Germany, supposedly studying, but nevertheless getting drunk most of the time. It’s now an old joke between us that he may not live to see many dawns…well…not because he’s gonna pass out regularly…but because he may never wake up one day. His dad died of alcoholism (much before I knew him) and they say it runs in the family. Do I feel sad? Strangely no…

Yea, so I met him online after a really long time. I haven’t seen or heard much from him for two years, so it was a pleasant surprise. Refreshing, I should say, considering that I don’t have too many such conversations these days. It was a good feeling of connecting over some nostalgic frequency, talking about music and mental degenaration (his, not mine). And of course the drinking..