Everything’s going to be alright.

My favorite Mesa spot, every other table on the patio was empty and homeboy had to come sit across from me, totally uninvited. When I realized he was talking to someone name Calvin in the empty seat beside me I just let him do his thing. Just before I finished my carne asada quesadilla he stood up, uncrossed his haunting blue eyes and looked right at me, “Marshall.. everything’s going to be alright. Yeah, we’re going to be alright.” Stood up, smiled, then stumbled down Main St. .
Idk who Marshall is, but homeboy was right, no matter what’s going on in your life, everything is going to be alright..