You know how when you wipe your nose too much it starts to chafe? That's happening to my butt.
"Sean, what are you doing?"
"Eating Oreos."
"Do you want to go with Bri and I to get bubble tea?"
"Dude, I'm eating Oreos."
"Bring them with you."
"I'll call you back."
Although Sean did not go with Bri and I to track down the bubble tea cafe that is situated somewhere in the Clifton area he and Erik ended up picking me up from Daniel's around ten last night. Unsure of our destination, we drove.
"What the heck is up with all of these buildings?" I asked in a moment of naivety.
"Um... We are over the Rhine."
Not being a native to the greater Cincinnati area, I had no idea what the infamous over-the-Rhine actually looked like; all I knew of the area was that it was not a place that you wanted to end up by yourself unless you have a death warrant. We drove through the neighbor hood and eventually removed ourselves from the situation and ended up at a house owned by a man with the name Max. At Max's house we sat in the living room/bedroom like a tight knit family and watched The Simpson's. Of course the episode that Max opted to play for all of us was one about softball; I compulsively scratched at my arm like a coke addict experiencing withdrawal. After answering a series of questions about my life and aspirations, Sean, Nick, Erik, Jeff, Dave, and I picked up and moved out. Piling into two separate cars, Jeff and Dave in one, Sean, Erik, Nick, and me in the other, we headed to Pepper Pod, a sketchy, yet homey, diner located near Newport. At Pepper Pod I allowed for a glass of chocolate milk and a slice of pecan pie to entertain my taste buds while I sat in the company of Jeff-- his chicken and not-quite-right pulled pork sandwich, and Dave while Sean and Erik amused themselves with the closest thing to a video game that the eatery had to offer. At one point I took a hearty bite of my pie, crunched down on something that just didn't seem right, and swallowed it anyways-- life is far too short to worry about what is in your pecan pie, that's for damn sure.
"Eating Oreos."
"Do you want to go with Bri and I to get bubble tea?"
"Dude, I'm eating Oreos."
"Bring them with you."
"I'll call you back."
Although Sean did not go with Bri and I to track down the bubble tea cafe that is situated somewhere in the Clifton area he and Erik ended up picking me up from Daniel's around ten last night. Unsure of our destination, we drove.
"What the heck is up with all of these buildings?" I asked in a moment of naivety.
"Um... We are over the Rhine."
Not being a native to the greater Cincinnati area, I had no idea what the infamous over-the-Rhine actually looked like; all I knew of the area was that it was not a place that you wanted to end up by yourself unless you have a death warrant. We drove through the neighbor hood and eventually removed ourselves from the situation and ended up at a house owned by a man with the name Max. At Max's house we sat in the living room/bedroom like a tight knit family and watched The Simpson's. Of course the episode that Max opted to play for all of us was one about softball; I compulsively scratched at my arm like a coke addict experiencing withdrawal. After answering a series of questions about my life and aspirations, Sean, Nick, Erik, Jeff, Dave, and I picked up and moved out. Piling into two separate cars, Jeff and Dave in one, Sean, Erik, Nick, and me in the other, we headed to Pepper Pod, a sketchy, yet homey, diner located near Newport. At Pepper Pod I allowed for a glass of chocolate milk and a slice of pecan pie to entertain my taste buds while I sat in the company of Jeff-- his chicken and not-quite-right pulled pork sandwich, and Dave while Sean and Erik amused themselves with the closest thing to a video game that the eatery had to offer. At one point I took a hearty bite of my pie, crunched down on something that just didn't seem right, and swallowed it anyways-- life is far too short to worry about what is in your pecan pie, that's for damn sure.