When I was at the university, I was a commuter, so most of my friendships developed with people outside the university. I drew a number of them from the grocery store where I worked in a transitional (on the way down) corner of town. Another guy named Brian started there a year or so after I did, and we got to be pretty good friends. We spent a lot of evenings together cruising the local mall or gaming together. We bought musical instruments together, a guitar for him and a bass guitar for me, and along with the third part of our triumvirate, we were going to be a band called Ghostriders.
Until he announced that he thought of the band as a back-up band for his Elvis impersonator show.
He was the young Elvis then, and although he got away from it for a while, he’s back at it, but he’s no longer the young Elvis.
None of us are the young anything anymore, ainna?