As I was crossing the street I notified a set of numbers on a guy’s arm. I recognized those numbers as I am those numbers.
We rounded the corner and stated to stared across the next intersection I struck up a conversation, which isn’t like me.
I noticed your tat, 0311?
The guy just looked forward, not really acknowledging me but he did respond with a simple yep.
Me too, 0311.
I saw a tiny flicker in his eye but still didn’t really turn or give me much.
Once I said 2/5 it was like he came alive. He was 2/4. Each of us spent a lifetime in the same spots and some fond memories of San Mateo.
Our conversation was less than a minute but for each of us it was forever. Each lost in a pool of own old memories.
Tiny Slice Of My Life 