Talking With Logan

I first met him when I was only fifty-six. I was in the storage unit carrying a hockey puck when he skittered in. He was wearing a pea green pair of tights, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his brain, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the hockey puck down when he careened beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the hockey puck right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to talk.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the deli for a Seven and Seven. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the deli, I learned that his name was Logan, and that he was a bus driver. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a drug dealer.

I guess it was love at first talk. Some might say we had stuffed owls in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was seven years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still talking for each other.