Townes Van Zandt

J. showed up late for lunch yesterday.

The first thing he did was pull a little brown bag out of his jacket pocket and push it across the table.

I want you to have this, he said. It's a gift.

I could smell what it was the moment he pulled it out of his pocket.

This is for me, I asked?

I asked because there were two other guys at the table and it seemed strange that I was the only guy getting a gift from J.

There's more where that came from, J. said. I could live to be 100 and not use up all I have at my house.

Ok then, thank you, J.

I accept your gift.

And I can't wait to get home to listen to Townes Van Zandt sing, "Dead Flowers."