Jason somehow ended up behind me when I pulled into Whittwood, to go to Tony’s Pizza, which is kind of funny because I really wandered my way through residential streets to get to the mall and it’s so random that I got here at the same time. He was picking up his younger sister. He was driving without shoes or socks on, so I let him put on my boots. Cool story.

I hope this is as cool as I think it is right now. (This looks so awesome on the front page that I could just die.)

(Tony’s Pizza, Whittier.)

Because the only thing that makes me feel like a man these days is my
scar.

Apparently Jason passed by Robert’s house while we were hiking.