Dear Readers,

I've been told that I'm a wonderful observer. Once by the woman that I love, and once by a drunken cougar. That seems like such a weird compliment that I'm not even sure I should take as a compliment.

I'm much more comfortable watching the crowd than participating in any kind of conversation. This is particularly true when 2 of the 4 people that I'm with are baked in more ways than one. I have nothing in common with people who treat themselves like a chemical dump, and so why should I feel obligated to make mindless conversation?

I'm fine being part of the wallpaper.