at my dads hotel tonight we ordered dessert. our 'peach cobbler' had donuts in it. our GLASS of 2% and whole milk came as two rotten boxes of whole milk. patricks cappuccino became two frappaccinos.
we went downstairs to get my bags out of my car, and while waiting we met the gay black man at the main desk. we spoke of unsolved mysteries and he said that when he was younger [and his mom didnt know he was gay], he would be scared watching it, and be under the sheets. his mom would yell to him 'get your faggot ass out of there!'. then pat told him his life problems and he sent up a bottle of wine, cheese, and crackers. we watched maria full of grace which was sad but good.
tonight at tamarind, i think our waiter didnt like us because we couldnt decide if we wanted distilled or sparkling water. he snapped at me when i said i wanted a thai iced tea, and he was asking about water. we got re-waited. a good seinfeld plot if you ask me. two nice thai women helped us. patrick and my dad loved them because they love all things asian.
i saw a recent six feet under and i saw that claire is with billy! ah!

i hate seeing you sad. you wont read this. you never do. i wish you would. i wish you would open up and tell me about your life. the things you think, and what makes you sad. we are both so alike. i really could help. i guess it gives me a little taste of what you and the others were feeling when i was so depressed for so long. just seeing you like this, not even crying, makes me want to cry. i just want you to be happy, whatever that is. ill always be here for you. youre my best friend. and my brother.