Dearest Theo,

man i had the greatest fucking saturday. it started as any good day would-- waking up whenever the fuck i felt like it. from then it progressed into more chillitutude. got picked up by the homie and had lunch at in-n-out. from there it progressed(or degressed?) into chilling outside, smoking and squawking. after that, destination: the coffee shop. after some maxed relaxing there, it was back home to slump out in front of the t.v. to watch some college football. throw in some ufc fighting and a good meal and it was more than enough.
but there was more.
excursion back out into the night.
destination: bookstore cafe with the homie. i spent two hours reading graphic novels and perusing the humor section. goddamn, the onion is funny. yeah, i laughed out loud. free readage = mad glad chill. after smoking a few butts it was off to the diner. the service was bad, the food was unhealthy, the decor is god awful, and the bathroom is vile.
i love the diner.
back home now. completely sober, completely early, and completely satisfied.
simplicity = brilliance.
quality nights in beat quantity nights out any day.
er, i mean night.