Evil

On Friday, I got a letter from Bank Of America saying that my check card might have been compromised.
I am going to skip the obvious about how much they usually suck and just post a copy of the letter.

A few months ago we went to a friend's birthday. It was in Santa Monica, at a pizza place on Main St.

Steve was becoming one year older, but he still didn't want to admit to us that he had turned 37 and tried to keep everyone guessing.

We started to talk about where life took us all these years and eventually the discussion steered toward our place.