Sometimes I think I purposely block out the memory of the time I was in the same room with Skinny Pete and then went across the street to the Largo to see Todd Barry and Clark Duke was there all at the same time, just so every six months the memory will blast back into my brain and put me in a good mood.

I could’ve touched Skinny Pete, you guys. I really could have. He ate sushi at the table next to us. Sushi on La Cienega. That's the name of the restaurant, and also its location and description.

I could’ve pet his head and called him my pretty kitty, told him I’d take good care of him. Vacuum our living room every Sunday morning, chocolate chip pancakes for brunch every Saturday. Friday nights are Drunk Scrabble nights and I’ll always let him win.