the kid

So: when I was 21, I was: living with three lesbians on Monument Avenue in Richmond, VA. I was confused, drinking too much, playing rugby, working some dead end job. In my spare time I was a bouncer at a punk rock bar named "Benny's"... which went down in the annals of Richmond's underground scene. I was a part of punk history in that town. A bouncer at Benny's was at the heart of it all.
I remember this kid coming into the bar with BMX leathers on. It was her Halloween costume. I was hooked the moment I saw her: there is no doubt she was the cutest, hottest punk rock girl in town back then. None were cuter. She was sitting on the pool table ... in the back. I don't remember how but we hooked up and lived together for eight months.
I didn't realize it was eight months until I spoke with her on the phone just a couple of hours ago, for the first time since I last saw her. that makes it the first real relationship I had.
I was a drunk. She tells me she was always doing LSD. I didn't know at the time. I was pretty stupid: ignored her to obsess on some rugby player in Boston that I had met on the pitch.
Talking to D. brought back a lot of emotions: I did not dump her, she dumped me. And I missed her for a long time.
Well she has been through the wringer with alcohol just as I have been...but she managed to get her masters' and other degrees, the lucky dawg.
And now she has asked me if I want to come visit. I am not sure how that would work... she is sober, and she's into welding like I am, and horses. she's into art and photography. And opera.
Now I think it might be an ok thing to go see her... but I'm not sure I should stay with her, although ... I gotta say it's a definite desire to do so.