A letter to Barista from TLW regarding the events surrounding our most recent happy hour:
I’m dismayed you don’t clearly recall exclaiming that there was no rhyme or reason in this universe and karma could suck it. You told me I could still be a nice person but paying it forward wouldn’t help anyone at which point I called you Nietzsche.
Furthermore, I’ll admit that I attempted to start a khaki pants/polo shirt riot on Friday night. I looked up and saw literally hundreds of the same white person and I got scared and didn’t know what to do. Too much vanilla gives me the diabetes. At first I thought that maybe I had gotten drunk in Down Town Short Pump but then remembered I don’t go there.
Finally, I did not realize the cab driver was high. I just thought he was trying to prolong his TLW quality time before he popped the question.