Gen X-er

I saw Brian Malmgreen tonight. He was driving a black hummer. Phil and I were walking in the back alley between Woody's and The Boom when a voice called form the window of the vehicle, "Jeremy Press Stay Guard!" I turned, squinted, and then realized who it was. His face was much more full-figured than I had ever seen it before. (Of course, the last time I had seen him was at least 7-8 years ago. We were children.) Strangely coincidental, earlier in the night I was talking to Phil about long distance relationships and how Brian was my only one when I lived in Sacramento.