I finished work early and my friend B_____, and I drove around, prowling the town for a good time. The entire city felt dead. We got grilled cheese sandwiches in an empty Cafe Brazil, then went to Good Records. I bought the Yeasayer album. It is alright, nothing spectacular, but I love this song:
Finally at Mockingbird station we found a Neutral Milk Hotel cover band. They were amazing: a bunch of white, carbuncular teenagers, with lightning bolt guitar straps, and a token beautiful keyboard girl. We only stayed for their cover of Holland 1945. Then we read some books at Urban Outfitters, and got some coffee at The Angelika, and now I am home reading The Brothers Karamazov. Only 300 pages left, and then I get to start my paper.
Dear School,
Come back from San Antonio.
Love,
Me.
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