On Tuesday, we decided to get together while he was in Toronto. I went to the gym at six and showed up at his hotel at seven. I went up to his room where he�d set up his laptop to display a slideshow of a pile of porno JPEG�s. Sheeesh, this guy never gives up. ~hehe~

It was fun, though. I quite like porno. It�s just that stripper bars are such a blatant lie to me, I�d just rather not go.

He had some big huge cans of German beer on ice so I had one. So, the slideshow is going on and we�re catching up and we�re drinking beer and time�s tickin�. Pretty soon, I�m on my third bucket o� beer. It�s been a long time since I�ve consumed beer like a proper Canadian so I was getting a tad wobbly bye now.

Finally, at about nine, we trundled off in the pissin� rain to the Sushi bar up the street. It�s a cute place with the little Sushi boats that float around the bar in some kind of strange canal. Anyway, the food�s good and we sat at a booth. And�they sell Japanese beer in huge chrome cans there. Hadda have that.

Needless to say, after about an hour and a half of that and a few embarrassing moments, we left pretty tanked. I had left my pack at his hotel room so we had to go back there after�and�guess what? We had another beer.

I made it home on the subway, although I don�t remember much about the trip.

Man, what a hangover I had. I�m beginning to wish I hadn�t had the operation on my neural system. At least when I was in that condition, there was no way in hell I�d have consumed that much alcohol.

It was good to hang with him, though. Made me realize that I have a close friend in this world who�ll be my friend for life, no matter what.

Arc