I watched him walk down the hall and out of my apartment building.

It was an unusually warm summer , and that Saturday morning had all of my windows of my second floor apartment opened.  I was relaxing from a long week on the couch reading  a book by DH Lawrence.  I had bought from a woman on Broadway selling classic books from a wooden wheelbarrow.  I admired her dedication to good literature.  I was deep into the novel when I heard some unusual noise in my kitchen.  I turned to look and saw an arm and leg coming in my window.  I jumped up off the couch and made my way to the front door.  An arm pulled me back and just as I was about to scream I saw that it was him.  My heart was beating a hundred miles per hour.  I asked why he didn’t ring the buzzer at the front door.  Scotty said he saw my windows were open and he thought it would be easier just to climb up and come in.  I put my arms around him and gave him a hug.  I walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch.  He followed and grabbed my acoustic guitar sitting against the wall.  Sitting next to me he began to serenade me with a new song he wrote.  It was about me.  I felt my face turn a warm color of red.  He would use this song in the future to try and get back on my good side when he was in trouble.

Later that afternoon I received a call from Greg, a man I had previously dated.  Greg had gone to Montana to finish his college degree and now he was back in town and needed a place to stay.   He said if he did not find a place to stay that he would be homeless.  I could not stand the thought of one of my friends being homeless, so I told him he could stay with me for a while.  Greg’s sister had started a music venue downtown called the Crocodile Cafe.  She was married to Peter Buck from the music group REM.  

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