friends visiting from out of state and being as great as you remember them being, as well as bringing new friends just as great; now that’s a good time (i.e., friday night). finally finishing final fantasy X after trying for a week to defeat the big bad final villain is not quite as fulfilling (i.e., saturday night). you might even say it’s an awfully dorky way to spend a saturday night. hopefully taking the bus to amoeba to buy music and grabbing in-n-out (yes, the unstoppable combo once again) puts me back in the not-lame column though. although i have to say in the retelling none of those things come off as very interesting.

guess i can’t be a master storyteller every day of my life — it’d be too exhausting.

this might be a fun mental picture though: sitting at the bus stop outside of amoeba, a homeless white guy with a piece of carpet padding wrapped around himself for warmth (i assume) shambles toward us. he took a swig from a bottle of liquor before approaching, then tucked it away and asked for change from us and the family of three also waiting at the bus stop after buying some music of their own. josh gave him seven cents, the man gave him maybe 35 cents or something. the bum then said, “yeah, i’ve lived in LA for 25 years. grew up in south central, man…” then he sort of teetered, stood just off the curb looking around at us and the cars passing, then he started rapping. that’s right, rapping. wish i could place exactly what it was, but i cannot. could have been a freestyle, who will ever know. definitely included a lot of swearing though. then he took another swallow of liquor, and halfway through crossing the street called into one of the cars waiting at the stoplight, “hey there loveable thing . . .” on his way to jack-in-the-box.

i like that: “loveable thing”. see, you do learn your most valuable lessons outside the classroom.