The other day, friend Tom asked Bern and I over for brunch. He lives in the Highlands - close to the new North End Cafe location. Tom and friend Tricia have both waxed poetic about North End’s Frankfort Avenue location, so I was excited.
“I didn’t make myself clear to the last man I worked for until after I took the job. It was as if the Marquis de Sade had suddenly found himself working for Billy Graham. The man despised me, of course, and I had nothing but contempt for him and everything he stood for. If you asked him, he’d tell you that I’m “not very likable, (that I) hate people, (that I) just want to be left alone, and (that I) feel too superior to mingle with the average person.” (That’s a direct quote from a memo he sent to the publisher.)”—Hunter S. Thompson’s cover letter for a job at the Vancouver Sun. (via wfplnews)
My friend Marissa called me a “flake in a good way” tonight. I asked her, “why?” and she told me, “it’s because you go through these random health kicks.” Then I laughed and said, “Well, now I’m on yoga.”