on saturday afternoon spring break ara jane came over and we headed to the fantagraphics warehouse comics sale, where the bloated man of my buried dreams hunched over a stack of faux-hentai and all purchases over $100 were 20% off. since i was with one of the hottest women ever, the comics nerds looked at me with disdain while i looked at bloato like, i'll do anything for you.

then we ate bomb vietnamese sandwiches in her car, listening to the first mates of state while a black lexus blocked us in. it was total indie rock gridlock and i thought what people say about how weird it can be to keep a friendship with someone you no longer work with is, in this case, so so untrue.