Passing Out With Bethany

I first met her when I was only thirty-two. I was in the jewelry store carrying a flag when she slipped in. She was wearing a sparkly sweatshirt, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her scalp, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the flag down when she inched beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the flag right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to pass out.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the tobacco shop for a painkiller. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the tobacco shop, I learned that her name was Bethany, and that she was a bootlegger. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a musician.

I guess it was love at first pass out. Some might say we had corsages in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was thirteen years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still passing out for each other.