i just ate a big ole sandwich

it is true. i did. and it was awesome. in my neighborhood, there are many stickers with this phrase and a picture on them. the picture looks like a man who has indeed just eaten a big ol sandwich. my sandwich had smoked turkey, smoked bacon, jack cheese, onion, tomato, delightfully spicy chipotle mayo on grilled sourdough. i enjoyed this with a deuce of green flash imperial ipa. truly a most excellent lunch, fit for a birthday. i still had to go back to class, which is where i am now. i have a bear republic hop rod rye decue in my bag, and i would really like to be drinking it in this class. and smoking a cigarette. be all like, hey, i can smoke, its my birthday. i'm old enough that it means nothing to me now, so it might as well be an excuse for something. right now all it means is that my license is expired. fuck you, twenty five.
last night was pretty cool; i really liked the bar. dark walls with cool shit painted on 'em. one of those places that has dollar bills stuck on the ceiling and shit. the whole bar reminded me of a really really cool basement of a modestly sized house. i was there a lot later than i planned but it was a good time. the music was excellent. i've never seen a deejay at a bar, because back home those bars were the sort that i vigorously avoided. but this was pretty excellent. it was actually at a place i knew, i just didn't know i knew it. i had been past many times, but never in. it was most things i wanted out of a bar. the music was excellent and i had plenty of fun.
"an alien may be sued in any district" is what i just read in the statute we are talking about. i should probably get back to that.