...right. This is a journal, isn't it?

Umm...Skelter was cool. Apparently, it was old home week.

Andy showed, which was good. His ex showed, which was not so good for him. He's clearly in a weird place about all of this, which I can understand. He's one of those few people with a heart and soul, so he can get hurt by this kinda shit.

Frank was there, which was cool. He gave me an official introduction to Bryant, a mystery man who's been dancing on the edges of my awareness for a few years, now.

Hell, even Shane showed up, very much his usual dapper self. After a brief hello, we decided not to fuck up his vibe and continue our own thing...

Lost Andy before the night was over. Hopefully, he fucked that girl he was sitting in his car with. He needs it. Nothing gets you over the last one like the next one, I always say.

Hung about at Bryant's pizza joint for a bit after and met a fun bunch of characters, not including one of our lovely DJ's who I will, one of these days, remember how me originally met...and I really don't give a shit if that sentence doesn't make any sense, 'cause I know what I'm talking about and that's really all that matters.

Anyway...