some people come in and out of my life like recurrent traveling business(wo)men with frequent flying miles and a suitcase on wheels packed neatly and strategically. some like international tourists, here only once in a lifetime furiously gathering souvenirs and snapshots to always savor that one time trip to a far off land that will never happen again. some like the mailman, same time same place everyday without fail.
its comforting to know that some people will always be around, tho peripherally, no matter what. even when you try to make plans, to see each other, and it never happens.
and also, joe's dog met a pig! talk about random encounters.
Larry and Pumba outside of Tribal Cafe
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