Did I ever tell ye about the day I met my pal Sidney?

So I was living in DTLA. I'd buzzed down to Hollywood to get a tattoo and then I wandered into a dive bar to get pished. Doorman was a Filipino dude who was mad about Cu Chulainn and we had the absolute craic.

The bar turned out to be an old Bukowski hangout and I got rat arsed with an old poet dude who knew him. I sat in Buk's actual spot and saw his pic up on the wall. We drank and talked poetry and life all night, between Setanta smoke breaks.

Pished as a newt I wandered down to the metro station and waited for the train. There was a nutter dude with bad, bad vibes acting up and since I am always the one weirdos get drawn to, I was feeling nervous. And very drunk.

It was late and not many peeps about but there was one dude, a gorgeous, tall, black man wearing a tuxedo, standing quietly on his phone. So naturally I wander up to him and start chatting. Me twisted and waving a cigarette around while I interrogated him about poetry.

He was gorgeous. Carried himself with such class and style in a full tuxedo including bowtie. And me in flipflops, with a fresh tattoo, stinking of booze and high as a kite. I burned the ear off him as he stepped between me and the nutter dude like a shield.

We rode all the way back to DTLA laughing and having the craic. Imagine the poor fella! A professional musician just off work and sober being accosted by a mad wee blonde Irish Doll!! But he was unbelievably lovely. We added each other on FB and kept in touch ever since.

We Skype occasionally and laugh at the memories. He's amazing. Talented beyond words, educated, sophisticated, passionate about working to build a better world. He works so hard to bring music and creativity to disadvantage kids, to open doors, to give opportunities to them.

I really love, admire and respect him so much. He is an inspirational man and made of pure goodness. The kind of dude who shields a drunk wee blonde from weirdos when she randomly chats to him waiting for the train.

All day I've been thinking how a mess of a woman like me can get a wonderful man like him killed. It's terrifying. And so profoundly wrong.

That's it.
That's the story.
Can't get it out of my head today.