i guess i'm pretty good at cutting ties. my friend pat the racist. it became increasingly obvious we were antithetical. as his hatred increased working for starbucks in l.a. now it's hard to fathom.

i was his best man. but i have to wonder what happened, and why do people want to be like that. my place has a bunch of his paintings. his paintings of my dogs are so sweet. and he was so tender with cats. parts of him were nice but the hate kept rising to the top.