#39, Peter A.

You were my best friend's music teacher. You wore baggy pants with tribal prints on them. Often we would arrive at your house and there would be people in your backyard, playing bongo drums and smoking weed, always courteous. i think you were teaching her to play the flute. I had a tentative crush on you, mostly because your world was so different from mine. Later you were heading a fairly famous jazz ensemble in the Bay Area, and i was so impressed. Are you still the same? Sometimes i think i am.