black coffee and cigarettes

In my much younger years, I partied way too hard. (Well not that much younger).  Often times starting out the evening with friends, then somewhere along the way losing them in the fray.  We started a trend of meeting up the morning after for breakfast.  Over coffee and cigarettes we would recount our individual evenings of debauchery and mayhem.  Each story beginning with “well after I lost you….”  Well, many years later, friends part ways, grow up and find new hobbies, but in their memory I will continue their tradition of sharing my misadventures in the form of missives.  Hope you enjoy.