I was just talking about shroooming with an old friend a million years and a million miles ago. Here’s one of the tracks off of that Redemption album:

I ran into him on 18th street in San Francisco this morning and gave him a gigantic bear hug.
I’m so happy I could cry, that made my morning.
I stopped for an early meeting on the way home. 
I was hoping nobody would know me, but I looked around the room and quickly realized that I’d already been passed around this group like the Seventh Tradition.
Fuck.
The first person is supposed to pick a topic.
Instead he rambled on and on.
A few shares later someone said they’d forgotten what the topic was.
I said “Mark” under my breath.
I heard a few familiar old chuckles.
Ahhhh admit it, you’re as happy to see me as I am you.