Schpiel

It was a gorgeous day today. Amber and I sat outside of the Laughing Planet and a hippy man wearing pink pants whistled and smiled while walking past us. I referred to my dinner as a "burlap sack birthing bundles of black bean babies" and had Amber laughing, which progressed to coughing and calling the sickness a "mother fucker!" over and over.

It blows my mind that it's April already. A couple more months and I'm on a new path. I've grown to love the direction that I'm headed in, however, I'd really like to spend time with the people around me now. Any takers?