Oh we've come to the end of the road

For the past few months Dave and I have crossed paths just about every morning. He's been working under contract in Newcastle while living in Lancaster. I'm living in Newark working in Lancaster (in case you didn't know). Whenever we pass eachother on 896 or 10 or 41 we slow down and flash some badass gang sign, nod or honk wildly and wave our arms to make a scene. If one of us misses the other a call will be placed and the offense will be made known. This bit of novelty has provided a bright spot in my commute and for that I am grateful. Soon Dave's contract will end and I will not see anyone I've known for more than half my life while driving to work.