Check out this Facebook message I got the other day:

Wow Greg, it's Been a long time My friend. How are ya? My Life has been totally crazy since we last spoke. Back in May of 1995 I was in Austin and I went to see you at your apartmant and you were not there. About twenty minutes later something happened that changed my life forever. I got busted with a gram of LSD. And my life changed for sure. I'll have to miss out most of the story for now, but at the present I live in the United Kingdom and I am married to a british woman , we have 2 boys. I have to go to work but hope to hear back from ya, see ya soon. 

Totally fucking crazy, right? I was friends with this guy when I lived in Dallas - I remember him being a funny, crazy, genuine friend. He helped me move to Austin (including recruiting a friend & a family member, I think) in Jan 1995. In the craziness of the move I didn't get a hold of him right away after I moved. I always felt bad about that. I also always felt bad because I planned on buying him & the other guys dinner after they helped me move with the deposit refund from the rental truck, but the rental place wouldn't give me cash & insisted on sending a check. I didn't have any money so I couldn't even buy them a beer let alone dinner, so they just drove back to Dallas (200 miles). Anyway, I tried to get a hold of him later but couldn't find him. I can't believe he tried to visit me & got busted instead.  I haven't heard the story from him about how he got busted. When I first read the message I felt guilty, but for no specific reason. I'm 99.9999% sure I didn't talk to him after I moved to Austin so I'm really sure I didn't ask him to bring acid down from Dallas. I'm sure I was in class or somewhere hiding from my then future-ex-wife. I checked his criminal record & can't tell if he served any time in jail. He was really close to his family, which makes me think he would only move to the UK to escape jail time. Beats me. It's weird to think that if I had been home when he stopped by we probably would have dropped a hit of acid, walked around the neighborhood & freaked out, slept it off, and then went for breakfast tacos the next day instead of him getting arrested.