I was back at the scene of the ambulance.
It was still dark out. Lamplit ground. ----- But today it was different.
The city was taking care of me.

What did I see...one of my mates? Julian, that kat I worked with up at this nightclub downtown -- I thought those dreds were his. And they were.
"What's up motherfucker?"
Dark face dark shirt dark dog. Big smiles all 'round.

Making connections is always huge. When the wires of pavement are your phone lines, it's like a karma thing almost. Too many times I've had static on the line. Too many times there is no one...just you and the 24 hours stores in the main floor of tall condos. But it always seems to work out: right place/right time. And it's always a better meeting. It means more...you know what I mean?

That club I used to rave in, old skool and jungle, the one that was shut down along with many junglist tears, it's now this posh Top 40 place for an ethnic crowd that tips well, he says. I guess he's working there now. We're gonna go have bonfires it the city's bush (it's still there in pockets...you just have to search...cool shit). Maybe work some jobs together. Ya...big tings.

The next big challenge for yours truly...going out to try to meet up with an old long lost friend. He's around in the network of skyscrapers and appartments somewhere. We've been living pretty much side by side for months and months and months...but...and I'm sure some of yous can relate...I have to admit I'm pretty fucking nervous about meeting up with him again. Scared shitless. In fact, I'm writing this post partly to procrastinate. But you can't stop a moving train -- only get run over by it. Need to stay on top. Need to keep moving. When you lose a good friendship, how do you find it again? Can you? Or do you just have to wait for it to happen.

Look past the headlines. Get into the heart. Things are going well. Maybe it's time...