At home, Susan S and Todd F come over, and I get out my glass bong. Put it together, then fill up some hits. There’s parmesan cheese in it. It clogs everything up. Some old people come in the door, and the man is asking about a shaped rock. He shows it, and I ignore him. Go to clean the clog, and Susan asks about somewhere to go to get food. I say there’s a Chinese and a Mexican restaurant just down the road, but she wants chips.
My exciting life, this place