The kindness I've fallen into here in Seattle is enough to make me want to cry. I spent last night with Jon and Melissa, who were adomant about not letting me pay for a thing. They paid for everything I drank, and on top of that, they let me sleep on their couch.After calling them up yesterday, Jon and Melissa had me meet them and their friends Steve-O, Teresa, Chris, and Jason over at a bar called JuJu's, where where we hung out before going a block down to Shortys, then next door to The Whisky Bar, where Steve-O bought me another beer and two shots of Jager. After leaving the Whisky Bar, we took off to watch the fireworks above Lake Union. After a great display, we went to one more bar where we could get beer and tamales, which again, was completely paid for by Jon and Melissa.
We left the bars and went over to Beth's, a local breakfast cafe/ Denny's type of place. Steve-O paid for my meal and drove me over to Jon and Melissa's condo on the north side of the city.
This morning, when I woke up, I looked in the handle bar bag on my bike and Steve-O slipped an envelope into it that read "Tattoo/Road Money". Inside was sixty-two bucks. What a cr
azy kid, Steve-O.Right now, I'm sitting on Melissa and Jon's balcony, enjoying my last morning in Seattle. They're still asleep, and I would love to go out to buy some coffee for them, but there's no way I could get back into the building.
I couldn't have asked for a better fourth of July. I watched fireworks with all of my great new friends, whose faces shine bright enough to pierce through these overcast Seattle skies. I've n
ever felt more encouraged, never felt more respected and wanted and loved in my entire life. Jon, Melissa, and Steve-O, you guys were like older brothers to me. You paid my way (and then some!), gave me the d.l. on the city, and treated me like family. I'm already looking forward to the next time we all can get together (Denver, maybe?) and share a drink. Thanks guys--you're a true credit to humanity.
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