Myles: Doing a pickup gig at Sulfer. Taking Sam. Come meet us? Sulfer was a classy place thirty miles north in Gainesville. The venue was mostly jazz and blues. I don’t know how they made it in a college town but they did. They were always packed. Two days of avoiding the bar and trying not to think about Carly, I was in. Besides, it was a nice night for a bike ride. I could open the Ducati up on the highway. Me: I’m in. Time? Myles: 9, c u there I showered and dressed. Dark jeans, boots, black button-down, I grabbed my leather and hit the road. Riding the bike was cathartic but I had to slow way down through Payne’s Prairie. A section of I-75 went right through the state park. It was a low-lying area and tonight it was thick with fog. I got to Sulfer fifteen minutes late and found Myles and Sam already at a table in the front corner. I leaned down and kissed Sam’s cheek then shook Myles’s hand.
