In Which My Friends Are the Best
Jason: Hay man, what's up?
B-Lace: Not much, what are you up to?
Jason: Just pickin up my tux at the Avenue over by your house.
B-Lace: Oh, fun stuff.
Jason: Yeah, speaking of which. I'll be at your house in 5. Pack a bag. Grab your passport.
B-Lace: ...........
Jason: We're fleeing to Mexico dude.
B-Lace: You're getting married Friday.
Jason: That's my point. What am I thinking? Grab your passport, I'm pulling onto your street. I've got a full tank of gas. That should get us to the state line and we'll figure it out.
B-Lace: (laughing uncontrollably) Word?
Jason: Word. Oh, and we're stopping in Texas to pick up Baron. I'm dodging this bullet.
May 28th