It was an odd day. I had to work a shift at the record store, and Gerald hung out with me the whole time. Not by my choice, mind you.

He kept making random statements of pithy insight that ended with him quoting lines from Adam Sandler movies. Gerald kept saying things like, "Technology is nothing in the eyes of a child; it is not an amazement to them, it is but the norm. I invented electricity; Ben Franklin is the devil!"

It got really hard to ignore him after a while, and I ended up putting on headphones and listening to Sonic Youth albums for the rest of my shift.

After closing the shop, I walked to Mitchell's house, but he wasn't home. Mitchell’s bandmates (also his roommates) were outside on the sidewalk, shooting craps. They told me Mitchell had "gone off in search of a muscle car suitable enough to attract a woman of good stature." I hope he gets a GTO.

Mitchell's roommates (who are also his bandmates) frighten me sometimes. They had a lot of cash out on the sidewalk, and I’m rather certain that most of them were carrying knives.

When I returned home, Gerald called my machine and left seven messages, all ending with Adam Sandler movie quotes.

I really have to move and not give Gerald my new phone number.

11:37 p.m. - Tuesday