I came out of the bathroom, staggered to the sofa Julie poured me a cup of coffee. I drank it, felt a little more focused. I moved to the eggs, but Julie took them away from me. I went back to the sofa, drank my second cup of coffee.
Julie asked; “Did anything happen last night?”
I said; “I don’t know if I’m sitting or standing now…” I mumbled, acting more out of it than I was.
“What do you remember?” she asked.
“I remember smoking the best weed of my life, and Led Zeppelin was playing in my bones. Wow!”
“Yeah, that’s how I felt!”
We went deep into the music, the weed.
We ate breakfast, and hours skipped by. Marty’s name wasn’t mentioned. No reflection on the past, death, loss.
For hours we talked of music, of food, of nothing. And laughed and romped, as if we were kids.