Thirty Eight: Forkin' Around

V-BABY! These are pictures of Victor. Victor with me. Victor with a soccer ball. That hand is even modeled after Victor's...true story. So Victor Nava, we've been friends for a while now, housemates for a year, lovers for a century. Just kidding. Or am I. I did carry you like a baby up to your room multiple times when you were too weary to walk.

Good man!

So on a different note, I just returned home from a night in LA in a sick-ass townhome with strange brightly lit vents, Indian hair and toilets full of treasures. Loves it. Can't say there's anything I enjoy more than sitting around in strange places with my best friends keeping ourselves entertained.

So anyway, I flush the toilet, and happen to notice something silvery out of the corner of my eye shining in the swirling bowl. Of course I investigate. Run downstairs, grab a fork out of the drawer in the hotel room's kitchen, and yes, dig around in the toilet trying to get this jewel out. (It's stuck in the little hole that shoots water out when you flush so this was quite the process, mind you.) So I finally dig it out and it's just a gay little heart that obviously fell off of some kids cheap piece of quarter machine jewelry. In my disappointment, I returned the fork unwashed to the drawer I got it in, and went on my merry way.