Hung out with Jackson's dad yesterday. Kielbasa and wine. Talked baseball and women. It's nice to have a friend that encourages you to do the most debaucherous things to a woman. And say things that stunned my hardened ears. While I have the look of a 13-year-old boy at a whorehouse. Shocked and unable to respond.

I want to hike this weekend. I want to climb a mountain. I want my lungs and heart to hurt.

Reading Death in the Afternoon. Feeling it.