Diary of an Unorthadox Pedophile

I met up with Travis last night at the bar. I don't know how, but we've become the best of friends in a little under two weeks. We didn't down as much substance. Instead, we talked for a while. He told me about his divorce, I told him about mine. He mentioned that he had a son and a daughter, but both were troublesome kids that he couldn't stand sometimes. I didn't say much about Powell, only because I don't know much about Powell. Travis understood though. We cracked so many obnoxious and racist jokes that Lilly almost kicked us out for disturbing her customers.

Anyways, Travis invited me to come cook out over at his house this Saturday, and since cigarettes and beer were on my to-do list anyways, I told him I'd come. I forgot to mention that I have work to check, so I'll probably have to forfeit Sunday to that. Fuck.