i get home at a lil before six, and after a few hours, the pachtman shows up. haven't seen the kid in over 2 years. definitely cool to hang out again.
ironically, he's balding ("ironic" because he's otherwise a monkey manimal). as crass as i normally am, i didnt mention it. its not like he's not aware of it, plus, hell, i haven't seen him in so long. not worth wasting valuable time pointing out stuff like that.
rather, we spend the first hour or so just bringing one another up to speed on whatever the hell we're doin in our own lives. i tell him about buying my apartment and refinancing and other adult-type stuff im doing. he tells me about getting a new car and living the california life (thats where he moved to a few years back).
he really likes it out there, which is kinda sad. i mean, im happy for him and all, but id prefer if he was livin closer to us, so's we could hang out more frequently.
oh well, time goes on, right?
