and if this keeps up it’ll undoubtedly be the 4th or 7th weirdest night of my life. eating the chicken and drinking the wine, we were parked in georgetown, near —- park, and having identical indecipherable conversations with each other’s imaginary friends. apparently. as near as i could tell, my thesis seemed to be that i wasn’t racist, hence, i was sitting in his car at 3 in the morning, under the influence in the midst of affluence, paying for the privilege of smoking my weed and drinking his wine that i paid for. immune to my blather, he droned on about his missed opportunity to be an accountant at his brother-in-law’s firm in howard county, the particulars of which were disputed by different manifestations of his personality.