have lunch with greg

I had lunch with Greg this past week. We sat outside along a retaining wall constructed of broken concrete slabs on a hill in Little Saigon while eating sandwiches from Seattle Deli. Coincidentally, my older brother Conrad and my Mom called and we all chatted. And for a few moments the sun even shined on us.

I’d like to have lunch with my brother, Greg. Does next week work? I can ride the scooter up to you and we can go to Seattle Deli for a banh mi. Name a day.

look, the guy ate all the tofu. he actually pulled a piece out of his mouth that he’d just stuffed in there and tried to put it back on the plate, saying, “oh jeez, i’m sorry, like, I thought, you know, you were done!”

And then there was the thing with his look—he kept trying to check his look in any reflective surface he could fine. I mean, wtf. get over it dude: you’re going bald.