The old apartment on Divisadero and Chestnut in San Francisco.
There was a time when Dave lived down the street and he would come over early on weekend mornings and ring our buzzer to get us to have breakfast with him at The Grove. We would generally ignore him and then call him later when were up and ready and demand that he come hang out on our terms. He was good natured about it. Forgiving, really.
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That and I was lonely. Don't forget about our legendary football games where we managed to lose to imaginary defenses.
Yeah, those were the days of wine and roses and make-believe.
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