So the plan is set. It’s going to be the end of era, and there are things I will miss. But one rarely gets the chance to start over, and I’m lucky enough to be in the position to do so. I’ve made so many mistakes in this lifetime, that I don’t deserve one. It is what it is. There’s one last thing I need to do.

“Hey Jackson. Were playing tonight in DC. If you can make it your on the guest list.”
I hang up and look at Will sitting on the couch smiling. We added another whiskey bottle to the floor puzzle last night. He eyes me questioning the phone call.
“A friend. Would like to see him one last time.”

“You sure about this Sparrow? Once it’s done it’s done.” I don’t hesitate before nodding.

“Alright then, curtains up fellows,” Will says to the passed out card players from yesterday.

“We’ve got a show to put on.”