My hands are blackened from the dye from pants that are neither my style nor size. I'm not sure who I was trying to kid. No one noticed them until I drew attention to them.

I met my bartender from the Cass Cafe, who remembered that I order a Franzeskaner. She also told me I should go to law school.

Also, people used my bathroom. It always makes me feel like I'm providing a vital service. However, it doesn't make me feel like I have friends. Hugs, conversations and free beers do, however.