my true story

Long ago, on a Tuesday night in Somerville, Massachusetts, I was in a room filled with guys talking about stuff. This other guy came in late, I hadn’t seen him in a few years, and after a minute he began ranting that the world sucked, and his family sucked, and people sucked, and life sucked – on and on.

Later, when folks were leaving, and after the line of men trying to console this guy was gone, I walked over and asked, “Now what?” That’s all well and good, or well and bad, and now what?

That must have been 20 years ago, and on the rare occasions we talk on the phone the very first thing he says, every time, is, “Now what?”

It’s a good question, packed with mystery and invitation. I find myself hanging out with it today.