Brian's back in town

Today Brian returned to Richmond with a car. It is new, so it probably smells good.

I hope he takes me for a ride in it someday. I wonder if he drives fast. That would scare me. He seems like he lives dangerously so I would not be surprised if he speeds, but is also very good at it. I trust him with my life.

Before Brian left town, he and I worked together at that place that reinforces those Southern Values which guide our principles of hate today.

We talked about this and that. Altogether it was a very pleasant conversation, and we sat together talking for a few minutes before priorities dictated our mutual departure. We also enjoyed a long, personal silence, which is not often mentioned but I feel ought to be.

I'd like to upload a picture of Brian, but I'm worried that the lossy .jpeg won't do his complexion the justice it deserves. Brian doesn't smoke cigarettes and he bathes regularly, so his skin is very smooth. Many cameras often fail to capture this so even if I were to convert a .tiff into a .png you probably wouldn't care for it. He's a good looking guy though and probably one of the best human beings I've ever met.

If you happen to meet Brian after reading this, you should feel blessed but do not hold any such bias - simply let his splendor wash over you as his photons reflect from his astute pigmentation onto your unappreciative eyes.

I'm about to watch Stimpy's Invention with Brian and I'd really like to take in the entire experience without letting this journal entry interfere with our good time.

"Happy Happy Joy Joy!"