Cheap Frills

Justin has be given the title of my new and coolest-of-the-moment friend. He has this theory that neither I nor Stan, an older gentlemen who comes in to the mini-mart as well, are not real. This entire world is his imagination and he’s really locked in some institute banging his head against a wall. It made me laugh and I told him how when I was little I was deadly afraid that I was in fact not real and was someone’s dream. Maybe I am. God he is nuts! Crazier then me but still has a sense of I don’t know the word. I really want to go to a bar with him and Stan, it just seems like the right way to spend an evening. Tonight he said how Stan and myself make him saner. And at first I didn’t get it but then I realized it makes sense and it does the same for me. I mean when you’re in the company of your own kind you’re at ease. One step closer to therapy maybe? Haha, I’m to tired to keep talking about it.

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