Hung out with Young at his place. My old place.

It was only the second or third time I've been over there since moving out. Being in the old neighborhood gave me a pleasant sense of deja vu. Walking past the dry cleaner I always went to. Going up the stairs hearing the guy on the second floor playing his violin.

Young and I watched 'The Venture Brothers' and ordered from Andies. I hadn't eaten Andies in a while because Sarah doesn't like to order it.

At the end of the night, on my way back to my car, I saw that the crazy guy, the one that would sit on the stoop by the side of the building, was still there. He always had a mean serial killer face, and he'd sit by the side of the building drinking a six pack of beer, laughing and laughing to himself about who knows what. And tonight he was still there, still drinking, still laughing.

I think he might have lost a little weight.