More than a decade hence, I gaze at Adrian’s photo and I see a young man who was wise beyond his years. An old soul. Someone even an old guy like me could vent to and he’d listen. Empathetically. No judgments. But you knew that behind that poker face, he was sizing things up and forming his own conclusions. He was just too polite to call anybody on their own shit.
Dog-about-town tales, memories and musings from the 909 to the 650.
Main Street Dog 