All in all, it was the least I could do, considering.
Also, the 22-Fillmore was delayed, so I walked the 20 blocks to the Marina District.
American Apparel responded with a patronizing tweet.
And then, the fucking bouncer goes, "I said I don't have your driver's license, Mr. Spiegelman." And I go, "Then how do you know my name is 'Spiegelman'?" And then he ignored me. I kept calling him a fucking bouncer to people in line, and then finally he just hands me my license and continues ignoring me. Fucking bouncers, am I right?
Anyhoo, the concert had ended two hours prior, so we played Xbox.
Anyway, my wedding band was on my right ring finger, not my left.
Aquafina was fifty cents more than Delfina, and when I confronted the owner he ignored me like a fucking bouncer.
Ayize Jama-Everett's The Liminal People is my favorite science fiction novel.
What was I talking about?