A Story and Nostalgia

               I am sitting in a bar when I noticed a man with a crazy almost rogue like hair style entering the bar. He sits next to me. I take a long look at him and think to myself this man has been through hell. He then caught me looking at him and said “bub what you looking at.” I looked away immediately because I felt as if this was no ordinary man. I ponder for a few moments but then as soon as I realized who this man was another man appeared and yelled “Wolverine!! I been looking for you brother.” As soon as those words where uttered knives and sharp claws appeared  from within the two men. The two men started to fight. I saw the anger in both their eyes and knew that if I did not get out of there I would be next, but I also knew now that this was Wolverine and that he was a good man.

                As the fight went on ward,  I watch as the men sliced and slash at each other and begin to noticed that maybe Wolverine would not win this fight. In that very moment, I decided to head to my car but not to flee from the fight but to get a crow bar. Just as I was retrieving the crow bar from my car the men busted throw the bar. I noticed the other man was on top of Wolverine and was about to deliver a killing blow. I then rush over to the two men and with all my might try to crush the skull of the other man with the crow bar. This man was now incapacitated and Wolverine  got up. As Wolverine started to walk away  he look at me and threw me a new cigar and said “thanks bub.”  He then took off on his Harley.

                Its very rare that I experience nostalgia at my current age but I can remember when I was younger that I use to experience it. I actually first experience nostalgia when I was about 12 or 13 years old. I remember looking at a photo album of me when I was eight going to six flags with my cousins . I remember feeling sad that I could not relive that moment especially because during that time my cousins were leaving and moving further always. To counter this feeling of nostalgia I begin to make new friends and to call my cousin more often.