Just like the song you can't get out of your head...I can't get his face out of mine this morning.
I know that guy. I know the face, at least. It's like the scene out of a movie where a victim is trying to remember something but everything is blurry.
I can see the group he's with. I can't see their faces, but I can't see them.
In a sense, the bar business in this area is a lot like frats and soho's. They all move around together in cliques. I'm asking myself, "is he part of Dawn's group? Joey's? ..."
Reminds me ...
Several years ago a similar situation occurred but I was at home that afternoon. This time it was a Lt. with the NCPD who was running for council. I knew her. Kathy. LOL. How, you may wonder?
She was given an apartment in some Section 8 housing when she was on the beat. She still had her own house, but it was a "police car in the parking lot" thing, right? She had a guy living with her who I've known since '97 or so.
He and I had met at a funeral for a mutual friend. I'd known his name for a few years, he'd known mine, but we never met. To this day he is THE weed dealer in three S8 housing complexes.
So, "I'm running for office" from Kathy, lauding her years on the police force, all the while shacking up with him. I saw her cover for "crimes."
Such an awkward scene for her..."Hey, Kathy! You seen Geoffrey lately?"