i responded to a few of the facebook posts, but only like half of them

rae called me yesterday and left a voicemail. the voicemail was a birthday one and it was fine and very much her. i did tweet that my voicemail inbox was my least favorite podcast, which was not a jab at that message, but in all honestly i forgot i had a voicemail inbox

i went to see the fireworks with alejandro. i gave him one of my lsd gummies and we went to eleanor tinsley with his dog. it rained a lot in the morning and parts of the city flooded. we were by the bayou in downtown and i saw a large frog. alejandro kept laughing at how big it was. we saw those ugly ducks with the red face. muscovy ducks. well, they're not ugly. i slipped and almost fell in mud

the fireweorks were fine. there was a whole taco stand there. i'm sure they made a lot of money. lala wasn't scared of the fireworks, but she did try to fight a small dog. alejandro said that it felt like the lsd wore off pretty quick. i was a good designated driver, i feel. i watched his neighbor shoot his gun and have his children reload it. a good way to keep property taxes down and the gentrifiers away.