2:19 AM. I get a text message. It's my best friend Steve, out in San Francisco. He's out at a bar. He just ran into my cousin Kevin out at a bar.
hey cuz. get the fuck out here!
-kevThey're doing a lot of planning... mostly involving dinner and devising a way to get me back out to San Francisco. Halleluyer! Later, Steve sends me another message
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