I Wish I'd Asked to be His Friend

The second time I visited my friend Jacob in L.A, we went out in West Hollywood. People are weird there. I saw a guy on the sidewalk who was about seven feet tall and had bright pink hair. He was wearing an unbuttoned police shirt that he had fashioned into a vest, aviator sunglasses, and really short jean cutoffs. And he was dancing his face off to no music. It was awesome.



P.S. I survived my trip to Texas. I didn't even see a chainsaw. And San Antonio actually seemed like a pretty cool city.

I don't trust it one bit. I got my eye on you, Texas.