Last night was my last night at the Wheat Sheaf. As I left the place my main feeling was one of nostalgia. Not for the scrubbing or the hurrying or the shit-taking but for the people who have been a regular part of my life for the last three and a half years. Several of them made me promise to visit or at least send postcards. One guy has my e-mail address and I still have another guy's phone number... The last thing a guy named Samad ever said to me was: "Jason, if I ever gave you shit, promise me you'll forget about it." I was humbled. I'd been impatient with this guy in the past and in the end he said the most beautiful thing anyone's ever said to me...
