December 21st, 2007

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By way of scooter, shuttle bus, airplane, tram and car, I am now at my mom's in Bethesda.

I needed to test drive out this new car of mine ('97 white S320), so I went to Tastee's alone. Isabel actually remembered me, which is beyond scary. John, the old dude, died last year. Mary is still working. The place was filled with drunk pricks and high schoolers brats. Aww, home.