It's been an interesting New Years Eve afternoon here on my dead end street. Daniel mentioned smoked duck & sausage pasta with goat cheese at Ricatonie's down in Florence, AL. Hell yea!

He said he wanted to fall off into a bucket of titties and come up sucking his thumb. I have no idea what that means, and then we talked about Colaids.

Then my friend came by, sat himself down in Daniel's chair, scrolling through his phone.

Lanie rocking on the big screen. Door open, fresh air blowin all around us and it's a damned fine day in southern Tennessee.

Daniel split after my friend arrived, concerned about a contact high messing with his very respectable job in this county. I understand completely.

Then, what I thought was a total stranger, parked in front of my house, and walked through the door. He was intent, and sat right down in my empty chair.

He turned out to be the homeless guy I helped out a couple of years ago. I didn't recognize him at first, he was well dressed and looked good. We then spent the afternoon together today, laughing and getting stoned.

The story is, I was coming back from the Park one morning, when I saw this guy walking with a backpack, he looked down and out and I pulled over and asked if he needed help, and he did.

I brought him back over to my place, let him take a shower and change into the clean clothes he had in his backpack. I gave him food, respect, and dignity, because I've been in his place, and I know what it means to have those things, when you're down!

I then gave him my sweet little truck setup to crash in for the night. He was gone in the morning...

And here he shows up today, New Years Eve, with a vehicle of his own, not in need of anything, and an intent stare that puzzles me. We sat face to face at first, staring at each other for a long time, not saying a word, then suddenly we both smiled!

He has now disappeared into the night, and I can't even remember his name. Just a ghost from the past that dropped by to say thanks. You're welcome, and Happy New Years.