We had just arrived, with our usual tispy grandeur, Nico wearing her newly aquired 1968 Mobile Oil Motorcycle helmet she got at her hipster swap meet that day, I with my limp, haircut and nifty plastic camera. Walking into our friends house we come to a table, with strangers, passing a pipe...our kind of party. Come to find out these two guys sitting at the table are from Georgia (one had not lost his accent)...this one guy in particular, says he's from Atlanta and it went like this: Me: You from Atlanta? Him: Yeah, you? Me: Same here. Him: I grew up in Lilburn went to Parkview Hi. Me: No shit, I lived in Lilburn too... Him: (interrupts) .,..you played soccer for the Steamers right? Me: (disbelief growing) YES!!! Him: Me too!!!! Me: Oh Shit, whats your name? Him: A***... Me: J********** right?!!!! Him: YEAH!!! Me: dude!!!!! Him: Holyfuck!! Me: dammmmmmmm!!!! Him: whoa!!! Me: Lets do a shot...this doesnt happen but once, maybe twice in a lifetime. Me: (to the rest of the potheads at the table) "what are the chances of sitting at a table, smoking grass, in Los Angeles, 13 years and 3000 miles away, running into someone i played on a classic soccer team when i was 13? It was an intense soccer team, we trained all summer long, twice a day...morning and night, so we got to know each other well. Anything remotley weird and random like this happen to you? |
But certainly not random like your occurence, Patrick. I once saw a guy I went to college with while walking down the streets of Paris. This was probably 10 years ago. That was freaky. Small world I guess. |
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