Friday, November 05, 2004
1) I'm driving through Las Vegas with Justin Hubbard (whom I was friends with in the 5th grade), and I'm telling him about all kinds of good places to eat. We park and as we're walking toward some places to shop, I tell him they should have more outdoor cafes in Vegas. We go inside a mall, and Justin writes a check for $230,000, shows it to me, and says that's his spending limit. Then we go with this weird group of people who are really upset because they think the Earth is no longer rotating on its axis. They're preaching about the end of the world and telling everyone how there's going to be enormous earthquakes and tidal waves and whatnot. Justin and I leave and get on a train out of town.