today from my car at a red light I watched a trio at the stopwalk, two girls and a boy, a year or two younger than I, perhaps. both the girls had med. short edgy haircuts, the likes of which I often secretly used to wish I had the creativity or hardy intestines to try, one her natural dirty blonde and the other very stand-out in a bright blonde; bleached enough to appear unnatural, but platinum enough to look cool. Both girls seemed comfortable in their long, light jeans-shorts and long, light, baggy plaid shirts. muchacho was wearing tighter darker jeans, a dark green shirt and dark facial hair -- the kind every almost-twenty-something young man desirous of facial hair hopes to have -- in a trendy-lengthed outgrowth around his jowls and chin. (Like a beard, but too short to have escaped the comforts of his chin's dropoff. [Does this still technically qualify as a beard?])

They crossed the street and walked and talked. The three of them. Maybe they had called each other up beforehand to get together. Maybe they had plans, a destination. Maybe they didn't.
Maybe they were just walking and talking for the sake of walking and talking. And relating. That sounds good, living life together.

remarkable day!

Highlights

of my first night's work at the sushi restaurant.

- Tasting Uni
- Quail egg shooter.

"Somebody come, you help them. Take order, you know? Okay?"