Third weirdest birthday ever.
Today featured many drinks, disintegration/reintegration of dear friend’s relationships, Russian bartenders, myriad texts of an interesting nature, Beck’s “Debra” on repeat, pretty gals in glasses, almost-fistfights at comedy shows, the inner Richmond, Nob Hill, milkshakes, Blood Meridian, painkillers, triple gins, awkward paternal phone calls, Facebook notifications, and of course; tomorrow’s party. And Jeff Vandermeer’s “Finch”. Oh yeah, Robin Williams, too. He was there. Gosh, he’s tiny. World’s Greatest Dad was great.