Bob Adams on the road March 3, 1986
Bob has been more than a friend Than many of the others
realize. We got high at the neighbors house and waited for the others to begin
the slow process of packing Bob's life away. He's less organized than he
pretends but then anyone who's worked for him knows this already. But it didn't
hit me as hard as this before when poorly and Rick showed up the day became
comic snide remarks passed back and forth like bullets in a World War One
trench comments mostly about Bob S simple unorganized blind 3 times we tried to
pack a plastic bag full of trash and three times he discovered it with a groan.
When finally we finished we sat upstairs in bobs witch is dead and smoked
another joint. I got carried away and laughed, pauley playing mind games with
me me playing them back all for the entertainment of Bob semi yuppie friends.
The oddest part was Bob's father liking me an ex marine who
Bob has feared all his life taking especial shine to the most radical person
Bob knows. But then isn't that always the case. Bob has his own image of the
man that few others understand and at the dinner table they acted out their
traditional roles perfectly rather formally calling his son and Bob answering
with the same formality. They acted and sounded like strangers to each other
and perhaps they could never be anything but that even at this moment when they
may never see each other again the line has come between them the lines assumed
and presumed, but when it came to me when the moment came to say goodbye I
choked up feeling the pain come again the terrible knowledge that someone I
loved dearly was parting for me and might never return. Yes Paulie gives Bob
six months before he comes back. But at that moment everything the man has been
for me over the last 2 1/2 years rushed into my chest and my eyes and i wanted
to hug him and kiss his cheeks and i shook his hand charging from that house as
fast as I could.
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