Well, I ended up getting out of the house, which for me is a rare occasion anymore. I went to Yellow Springs with Pubert and Lindsey. We started at the Gulch, but Lindz complained "its too crowded" so we then headed to Peppers, and it was twice as crowded so we ended up back up at the Gulch. We meet up with black Steve McQueen, who is rad AF, and he tells us to go to the Brewery, which is like an old factory converted into an underground playground for hipsters, hippies, and indy autistic savants alike. It was really cool, the guy who owns the place can't be much older than myself, and he was spinning awesome music when live bands weren't playing, such as Richard D. James, who I simply have adored since I was a teenager.
Right before I think the evening can't get any cooler, because I am talking to this really pretty nerdy/chic girl who was backup vocals for the first band (who sadly will be leaving for Seattle to pursue music ventures in a better environment), and I am getting my drink on w/ some delicious Brooklyn Ale, none other than DAVE CHAPPELLE himself comes walking in. Everyone is totally cool around him, after all, he is always known to go out and about Yellow Springs because they don't treat him like a celebrity. I go up and shake his hand and he is really cool and downplays the whole thing which makes me feel less like a crazy stalker fan. He looks like he has been celebrating 420 in Thurgood Jenkins fashion.
My life is complete. I can die now having spent 420 with my favorite comedian of all time.
I think that when I can afford it, maybe after publishing the next book, I want to move to Yellow Springs. There is something about that town...its like the police state that has touched most of America hasn't been able to sink its fangs into this town of less than 5000.
The people there treat me like family. More so than the town I grew up in. So why not relocate someplace better? Life is too short to get stuck in backassward BFE Greenfield Ohio.
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