That Night

Today was weird so I’m talking about yesterday instead. Becca and I made schnitzel with tomato spätzle for lunch and it was good—genuinely good. Then I’m watching this Moses film on TV and it’s pretty brutal. The guy’s basically a mass murderer. I’m convinced he just had a brain tumor and was hearing voices his whole life.

Later Mille and I drove to Kaufbeuren to shop. Got some new clothes, grabbed my first pair of Chucks.

The night that mattered was at P.M. with Mille and Ana. Vodka-Bull in these big pitchers for five euros. Spent most of it learning or relearning the freestyle—there’s apparently a second version of the dance but I’m not interested in that.

Ran into Enzo and Gino, couldn’t believe how tall Gino had gotten. A bunch of my exes were there too, doing whatever.