Wow, today was a pretty good day. While Whitney went grocery shopping, Ralph picked a fight with me. After he got flipped end over end a couple times, he wised up real quick.
I finished the book Junky. It's a how-to book for using and pushing drugs and a how-not-to book for living life. It was written by a gay guy who shot his wife dead during a game of "William Tell."
This evening, we ate out at Foccia Luna on South Washington. It has its merits.
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