this is mark
so sometime after i turned 21 and i was starting to get into beer and all that my dad took me out to this place in grand rapids that he went to on occasion near the school he worked at. He would go there with friends from work and all that. That place is a little place called The Hideout.
I went up there and loved how quiet and calm it was. It has a much better atmosphere than every other bar/pub/shithole I went to prior to going there and the beer was top notch to boot.
Well it turned out one day that my night class was cancelled and I was preparing to ship some stuff of to a certain addict of skins. I decided I wanted to write a letter to said person saying hi, hello, i farted in this box. That kind of really fun stuff that you want to tell people. I grab a pint and sit at a table away from the bar. Mark comes up to me "Hey, sorry to just kind of barge in but are you handwriting a letter?"
Yeah, I was and being unfamiliar with the bar and used to people who are aggressive or whatever I'm expecting this old dude to be like "that's really fucking stupid" or just laugh or something (i don't really know what i was thinking). Instead, we shoot the shit for like half an hour about inane stuff (now a frequent occurrence). He then invited me up for trivia night, where I meet a few other regulars and made some really incredible people.
he's going to ecuador on december 28 when i'm out of town and i'm really going to miss the guy. He's been a great friend and a very fun person to talk to and introduced me to a lot of people who are really the kind of people who treat you like family and will take a bullet for you. It's like care-tags in real life except with more beer and a colder setting. I hope to snag his pawtuckett sox hat before he goes.