Day 59: My homies from SF came down to LA for a weekend getaway. The whole conversation started from how I’d never been to Disneyland and the next thing I knew there were four extra bodies sleeping at my shoebox studio apartment.
We had brunch the next day and they asked why I always give and go out of my way for everyone. But secretly, it’s really the other way around.
From my terrible jokes to my questionable driving to having to cram in a shitty apartment, they constantly put up with me when nobody else should.
My friends, they spoil me.