One night

Sometimes, you know someone for years and know nothing.

Other times, you know it all in one night.

The night when the world is in bed. And only you and your friend still have enough energy to sidestep sleep.

We were still going on about another evening at the illustrious Ibiza discos. The conversation was winding down from the excitement of the club’s lasers, lookers, and loons. And when it arrived at the ground floor, we hit the basement button.

Family origins, embarrassing stories, unpalatable medical conditions.

We talked about our friends. Our inspirations. Our biggest confrontations and biggest regrets.

“I visited a psychiatrist, ” my friend said, “to get drugs for partying. Xanax, Ativan, you name it…. I also wanted to see if the anti-depressants worked.”

And the night evaporated into a vibrant blue sky.

It was 11AM. My mind rang restlessly, but my heart heard a comfort to rest its ears on.

I’ll sleep on that.