I miss sitting outside of the Absinthe bar, where we met every night, smoking hand rolled cigarettes, talking to the bar owner, meeting his wife and his brother, and hearing about his experiences growing up in Athens. I miss the way we used to take over that bar almost every night. I miss having a meeting place where we all drank absinthe before the night’s crazy adventures began. I remember every detail and it makes my heart ache that I can’t be there now.