The realization of a man that life changes over time, and that all things that go around come around and how your worst enemies can become your best friends

Ahh, up bright and early on Saturday morning. Nothing beats a good night's sleep with a good cup of decaf...2 cups of decaf. I'll just take a walk down to the Huddle House restaurant. I sat down at the counter and looked around me. This place hadn't changed a bit, same polished floors with same framed pictures of various 80's singers, same "old fashioned" juke box whizzing away in the corner. I picked up a …

…I handed it to him. "Give me a call sometimes. We'll do lunch," I told him. We both laughed and soon he was on his way. I stood there watching as they drove toward the motorway and finally disappeared onto the southbound ramp. I hope he calls me sometime. He will be the only friend that I have from my high school days a sort of my only friend from my only hate I guess.