Went out last night to club called Surfside Sally’s. Got impression nobody there is really named Sally.
Hot tub and wooden decks totally gave me impression I was surfside. Not. Drank Everclear punch from fishbowl.
Smoked cigarette. Woke up today hating fish, cigarettes, bowls, red straws and people named Sally. Bought groceries.
Remembered Happy Days episode where Richie and Fonzie™ go to grocery store to pick up chicks. Total
fiction. Never known a couple who had met while shopping. Cashier-customer relationships abound, but no
customer-customer hook-ups. Considering setting up combination job-locator/matchmaking service to take advantage
of situation. Superman III and Superman IV on TV today. Both suck. Wondering how movies like that
get made where no one stops to think, "Hmmmm… hey, hold on, this sucks." Mailing letter to Warner Brothers
recommending they make cheap test movies with stick figure people to check for suckability.