It’s Just a Ride

I can’t remember exactly what year it was I met Bill Hicks. ’89? ’90? I just remember he was very focused and hunched a bit at a table and staring at me, very quiet. He seemed like he was about 8 million years older than I was but he was only a half dozen or so. But he definitely had more going on in his head than most of us in our twenties at that time, something very bright and world-weary at the same time. I wish he was still on this ride with the rest of us.