Impressions Left By A Lonely Man

th[2]“It seems like no matter where I go I’m already there,” Quinn said.

“What is meant by that,” Marty said. “I bring everything with me; all the problems, all the troubles, all the insecurities, and all the things that make me miserable.”

“I know what you mean,” Marty said. “I used to feel the exact same way.”

“How did you overcome it?” Quinn said. “I can’t go on like this. I’m moving every three or four years.”

“Think for a moment about all the different experiences you have had by relocating every three of four years,” Marty said. “Most are afraid to pack up and start over, but you have adventure in your soul. You like to explore new things.”

“It’s not that I enjoy it,” Quinn said. “I’m forced to do it. People tire of me easily and I have no friends.”

“You have more friends than you think,” Marty said.

“Give me the name of someone you have not spoken to in 10 years,” Marty said.

Quinn thought for a moment. “Bruce Spruce.”

“You got to be kidding me, Bruce Spruce,” Marty said. “I’m surprised that guy didn’t move and change his name. Where do you know him from. Lubbock, Texas, we worked together.”

“Where did you work?” Marty said. “Horizon Industries, his desk was next to mine. We started out as friends and it kind of turned sour.”

“Give me just a moment,” Marty said pulling his cell phone form his pocket, “I’ll get right back with you.” Marty spoke into the phone. “Lubbock, Texas for Horizon Industries.”

“What are you doing!” Quinn said.

“Shhh,” Marty said, “I’m being connected.”

“This is embarrassing,” Quinn said.

“Yes,” Marty said. “Can I speak to Bruce Spruce.” Marty looked at Quinn. “He still works there. They’re putting us through.” Marty pushed the button for speaker and handed the phone to Quinn.

“Bruce Spruce, how can I help you?”

Quinn gave a sour look at Marty. “Hey, Bruce, this is Quinn.”

“Quinn,” Bruce pondered.

Quinn held his hand over the phone. “What did I tell you.”

“The Mighty Quinn!” Bruce said. “Is that you?” Man, it’s good to hear your voice. Where the heck are you now. Somebody said you were in Houston. Tell me what’s going on with you. My life hasn’t changed a bit; same desk, same wife, and same o, same o.”

Quinn smiled at Marty. “Thanks.”

 

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