I am bored, so I am going to write about the diner.

It is impossible to live in New Jersey without gracing the seats of a smoke filled(now smoke free, as of April 15th) sketchy ass diner at least one night a week. Parents must be up for work, siblings arise early for school, but the diner never sleeps, and so we find ourselves there till all hours of the morning ordering countless cups of coffee and making eyes at attractive boys two tables over.

Last night proved to be an exciting night at the diner of our choice, Stateline. Stateline's warm, welcoming manager always makes us feel right at home as he shoots looks at us from behind the counter checking to see if we are stealing jelly packets or being too loud. Yea, he really hates us, but who cares, because we are paying customers and can do whatever we want. Anyway, we had been seeing the same group of guys at the diner for the past two nights, and last night we decided to extend our social network and talk to them. What a joy! We met five of the most congenial drug dealers Bergen county has to offer, and turns out that they know the guy who chased Jordan and I out of his house with a chainsaw. Small world, eh?

We invited this group of charming young men to sit next to us at our lage booth meant for ten or more rowdy teenagers/college kids. They were doing coke right at the table and kept making frequent visits to the bathroom to pop pills. One of them hadn't slept in four days, and yet another kept going outside to chug beer. In April they banned smoking in all New Jersey diners, so the steps leading to the front entrance are now the designated smoking area. Smokers and drug dealers are always the best people to chat with while on a diner run. They are more than likely intoxicated, making them amusing and full of entertaining stories. Some of them are foreign. A lot of Russians in this neck of the woods. Not only can you polish your Russian skills, but if you're a girl you'll probably get hit on, as was the case last night. Yes, the diner fulfills our need to sit around wasting our lives doing absolutely nothing while feeling like we have accomplished so much at the end of the night. Not everyone can do what we do. It takes a certain calibur of people to be able to walk into the diner craving coffee and leave with a table full of friends. Bam.