TRUE STORY #2

Tina moved to Halifax not long after this photo. We used to sit here in the evening, just talking about I don’t know, maybe the osprey that built its nest down the marsh behind us. It doesn’t look much, I know, but when everything greens up it’s as pretty as anywhere I know. Tina made the same jokes every week damn near, about us having a front-row seat on Nature, or the one about us being in the Green Room, waiting to be called onto the Jimmy Kimmel show to talk about our latest films. One night she had me near believing that you could lift that manhole cover and drop all the way to New Zealand. Man, we were good together out there and I’ll miss her something awful. The chair was nearly always damp and if you wrapped your hands around, there was even moss under the armrests. After dark, her dad and his asshole friends used to wander down from The Tack Shop, and they’d start shoving each other around right there in front of us. We never knew whether to stand up, or just sit there and watch them like they were part of some dumb-ass movie.