I was thinking that with the junkies gone my weekend would be quite.
It was mostly untill ray showed up with his mother.
So after noticing he was griping about his life more then usual,so I suggested food.
One thing I don’t like about living with ray is that he often will say you are going to do something.
Then during the trip or along the way, he would decide to make a stop, or three.
Once we drove to the next city over for a cup of Starbucks. Since the part of California I live in is required by law to have a Starbucks within the standard distance for a hipster to throw a Frisbee,this came as a surprise to me when he explained that he had to stop and do something