New Friend

Bipolar one disorder. I did not flinch. Warm and genuine, I liked him right away.

Open mike night. He played guitar. Part of the regular crowd. I had seen him many times, always with a   smile.

Beer was good and we talked over the music. It was only our second meeting, yet the conversation flowed   with ease. Relaxed and natural.

Been a lawyer he had. But not the "good kind" and he gave me a sly smirk. Charming and smart.  I read   him a peom that I wrote. He said that he liked it.

Yes, A lovely evening with a lovely person. I am glad that we finally met and I am happy to have made a     new friend.


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