Nay, twas a dream

Vargas walks down the street with some peking duck and tortillas. He comes across the bum who he passes by all the time and has given change on many occasions. The bum says hey can u spare some change. Vargas just keeps walking. Trying to find a place to eat in this god forsaken town is ridiculously hard if u don’t want to spend like a million dollars. I don’t want to go to that place on account of the murders he tells me. well we end up going there. I love coffee so much especially when its mixed with ice cream, I got one at this stupid place. The ambiance was sirens and wretched heavy metal. So depressing. This is where I learned about guns first hand. So we finish eating and we are just sitting there talking and smoking our well deserved after meal cigarettes, I was still sipping on the coffee shake he got. Vargas decides this would be a great place to whip out his new 2000 dollar lap top. I was just kidding about the whole gun part I still havnt seen a gun in my life cept for the talkies. so these are the nights when it is beautiful weather and the city just seems such a perfect place to be. I love the city, vargas love the city. his truck does not like the city too much all the cobblestones. How in the hell did that happen?