Chun didn’t get the truck. He’d been real excited about this red Dodge Dakota, but the loan didn’t work out because his only relative that could co-sign filed bankruptcy two weeks ago… amazing timing.
Stuffy’s coming this weekend! Too bad I’ll be at my first catering gig from 5pm to 1am when he gets here, but I’ll get to see him Sunday. Oh wait… my brother and sister-in-law are coming back through Nashville that day too… Hmm, perhaps things will work themselves out. I doubt my bro will be here before Stuffy even leaves.
I haven’t seen Em since I went home last, and she won’t be back here until the 21st… so that sucks.
I should’ve been making money all these last two weeks I’ve been back in town. But no, I’ve just been sitting here. Got my fill of Law & Order though. Plently of reading, too. I’ve been so bored; I’ve been practicing scales on the guitar. That’s sick.
Viking and I were talking about gays. It began as one of those lighthearted “this thing is being gay” conversations, but turned quickly into a discussion into the morality of homosexuality. Here’s what I don’t understand. Why the hate? I mean, Viking and I both believe that it isn’t right, but we don’t hate gay people. I just don’t understand the connection. Are people afraid of catching it? Do they hate gay people because they disagree with homosexuality? I should hope someone wouldn’t hate me because I am something or do something they disagree. Are people afraid that showing love to gay people will condone their behavior? Question, so many questions…
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