Another thread, the one about Carmel, got me thinking about an old college friend I had from there. I did a Google search on his name only to find out that Ali had died within the last month.
20 years ago I was a college freshman and I met Ali, who lived just down the hall from me. He was a bad influence on me, and I was a bad influence on him. We partied too much and studied too little. He was a good friend and somebody who I loved like a brother. Unfortunately, as often seems to be the case, at least with me, we fell out of touch over the years. I hadn’t talked to him in probably 5 years and now I feel like shit because of that. I need Milt to kick my ass.
Still, things would happen to me or I’d hear a song and Ali and Sheila, the third musketeer of our little group, would immediately pop into my mind. All I have now are some pictures and my memories. The one thing that I had from him, a Grateful Dead CD, seem to be missing. Another thing that is making me feel like shit. Milt is going have fun kicking my ass.
Ali buddy, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that we lost touch and I am sorry that our catching up will now have to wait a while. When the chance comes up, I am going to roll one big fat joint and smoke it while listening to the Talking Heads and Grateful Dead. And, I’m going to tell Milt to kick my ass.
Rest In Peace.