Yesterday was bizarre.


I went to see Grace yesterday, in Providence. On the red line to South Station, a man was repeating "Highway Robbery. H-H-Highway Robbery."

In South Station there was a string quartet, and Dan Grabuasbuabskas (head of the MBTA) was right in front of me. How much hatred I have for this man: it is incomparable.

Seeing Grace was strange, because it's been three years. The last time I saw her, I had long hair, and it was a week before I got my tattoo.

We hung out and caught up. She lives in an in-law apartment of her boyfriend's family's home. Her boyfriend, Mike, is a mechanic. Her cat, Emo, is a cat. It is emo. Mike is the product of an arranged marriage; his parents were both members of The Unification Church (aka The Moonies). This same group wrote a song about Mike, which dictates what not to do, after he left the church.

Grace and I were cooking dinner when she made a joke about Mike getting into an accident. Then he got into an accident. We drove to go get him--he was fine, but had he not been wearing a full-face helmet, he probably would have been dead. Motorcycle! A previous (car) accident he was in left him in bad shape, with a punctured lung, so Grace was really worried.

Mike was fine--I first met him at a fire station a few feet from the scene of the accident... odd way to meet anyone.