my best friend in london who spent 10 years in australia attempting to find me while he lived here with his wife, ian an amazing guy, we were so close, really good friends, my best mate back then, but i had forgotten him until i saw him again almost 30 years later.
how sad that is, it makes me cry thinking about that. ian was one of the best friends i had in that period, he was brilliant always remained true. i was with him when he lost his virginity, well lets rephrase that, i was attending the same party as him, that night, what a crazy night, firemen, girls, angry boyfriends, high drama on the rooftops, alcohol, students, and angry parents, a great escape with ian, stew and myself, a very young captain mission, we found an escape route before ian was annihilated by some jealous guy with a alcoholic heart and destructive mind , we ran up a dark country lane way, while the owls prepared for sleeping, that first sprinkle of dawn in the english countryside, we were high on sex, drugs and rock and roll, into the golden dawn we ran, strangely innocent but gaining a little experience about the good stuff, girls. and that night was ian's initiation into sex, and now we were all high on some acid stew gave us.
i am not certain what happened but stew and ian wandered into these grounds, like an enclosure for small animals, there were goats, chickens and sheep in what appeared to be a small farm and a building shaped like a flying saucer, complete with strange orb lights, which we walked into, and inside was a library and an alter and down the corridors were some sleeping quarters, we looked in one room, it was like a bed sit and there was some one sleeping under the covers, but they were small, about 1.5 meters. maybe a child?
ian wandered into a vacant room and we sat down and helped ourselves to a packet of cigarettes. aliens smoking camel lights?
i found a book case with hundreds of books on astronomy.
then we walked through a big field on a beautiful summers morning, towards the highway, where we stuck out our thumbs and caught a ride with a coach that dropped us home. that night came flooding back as ian told me about it, i could recall that with his help.

ian and i retraced our steps, he guided me through it, like we retraced our steps, him and i, while we did that we re-bonded, we both had gone our separate ways, his into photography and mine adventuring in berlin and such. i never saw him again until we met in london just recently, and he told me all these stories, some came flooding back, some remain lost to me. most i am sad to say.
but the fact is i have new ones, of him and his new wife, and us exploring our history, but the best thing of all is that the part of us that matters, had not changed one bit. we were the same now as we were then, better because we had that much more experience, a little pain a little suffering had made us appreciate one another.

i want that for us, i was wrong in the past, i know i felt a hate for you, that was not who i am. i don't know the details, i don't know them at all they are lost, but i have a bank of recent memories, no bad ones so far, all just fantastico, majestic ones, so i don't wanna or revisit any bad ones with you, cos as much as that was real for me back then, this is realer, if that's a word?
i treasure our friendship, i love you, i don't want to dig up the dirt when i'm trying to plant seeds.