an old friend
I was walking down the street in the Art District in Los Angeles and I heard a voice in front of a coffee shop that sounded very familiar. The voice was deep like you might hear on the radio. I stopped to see if I could figure out where I'd heard this voice and then I saw his face. His voice and face was so familiar and it took me a few seconds to put it together. I said to the man when he looked my way, "is your name Octave Fellow Soul?" He said yes and smiled very big. I said that i remembered meeting him down on Skid Row almost a year and a half ago. He remembered and we had a good laugh that our paths crossed again in such a big city.
an old friend
I was walking down the street in the Art District in Los Angeles and I heard a voice in front of a coffee shop that sounded very familiar. The voice was deep like you might hear on the radio. I stopped to see if I could figure out where I'd heard this voice and then I saw his face. His voice and face was so familiar and it took me a few seconds to put it together. I said to the man when he looked my way, "is your name Octave Fellow Soul?" He said yes and smiled very big. I said that i remembered meeting him down on Skid Row almost a year and a half ago. He remembered and we had a good laugh that our paths crossed again in such a big city.