Odd.

Tomorrow night Leslie and I will be going to Hellstrum's CD release party. Together.

If you had said to me a year ago, "T-Bone, one year from now Mikey will be dead, you'll become fast friends with his ex-fiance and you'll attend Hellstrum's CD release party together," I would have replied:

"Well, first of all, Mikey isn't in a band called Hellstrum. He's in a band called Divine Ruins, and he's really excited about it. Secondly, he isn't going to die. That's ridiculous-- he doesn't even catch colds! Third, I doubt Leslie and I would have much to talk about. From what I understand, we're very different from one another."

Just an example of how wrong one can be.