I pull into Columbus a little after midnight, and roll up to Juliet’s house. She lives in German Village , a rather cool, old part of Columbus… Victorian houses, brick-paved streets. Always a part of the city where I secretly wanted to live.
We shot the shit for a good long while, splitting a pint of Jim Beam between us. We got caught up on gossip, showed each other pictures, and talked about everything big and small. Time with Juliet is nice, and I don’t even notice the hours passing. Before long, it’s 3 AM, we’re both drunk and making Nachos in her kitchen… and trying to not make a mess.
