Ran into TT at the grocery store last night. In the chips and candy aisle. He threw his arms up, full of Oreos and crackers. “I’m snacking OUT!” he announced. TT is a Chicago comedy expat like me, though we didn’t actually meet until we moved here. We both do this bad monthly show sometimes, and I always find myself cackling uncontrollably when he’s up there tossing his body around. What TT lacks in commitment to the reality of the scene he makes up for in his clownish ability to do anything for a laugh. TT will smash his face to the floor if he thinks someone in the back row might chuckle. I told TT he is the perfect person to see in the chips and candy aisle at 10 PM on a Saturday. He held up a jar of beef jerky. “But this is too much, right?”
I nodded, then admitted: “I’m mostly saying that as a militant vegetarian.” TT put the jerky jar back on its shelf. “Wow, this is a great!” I said, “I feel like I really made a difference.” I explained I myself was on the hunt for Doritos.
Friday my high school friend aa was going to swing by my spot, my sacred grassy knoll. Inviting friends to the knoll is part of my plot to de-monetize more of my social interactions. But it’s a process. I don’t feel totally comfortable offering nothing when I host, even if I am hosting on a median. So I stopped by the store to pick up…something. I went with Doritos.
aa and I sat on the sunny ground, gabbing about the weight of living inside a genocidal empire. We were earnestly imagining all the starving babies when I popped the shiny bag open. Crunch crunch crunch, it had been years since I’d eaten Doritos. What a foolish mistake. Doritos are next to godliness, I remembered solemnly. We watched the hipsters walk uphill to the Father John Misty concert. We relocated to my balcony. We parted ways. I had another bowl of Doritos as Puhg and I watched You.
The next day (Saturday, yesterday) I wrote at the cafe until 3, dashed home for pool time before the chairs were swallowed by shadows, sent Marco Polos about indie art to Lav, let my hair dry in bed while finishing the bag of Doritos. Headed over to SW’s, so we could join their evening dog walk before our scheduled movie night. SW was wearing a juicy sweatsuit.
The four of us had pizza and watched Happy Gilmore 2, which was legitimately very funny and also slightly woke! Good job, Adam Sandler! My young actor friend CS was in it, a pretty good role too. Beyond happy for him.
Which brings me back to last night. Home from the movie, a bit hungry again. I thought to myself, “You know what I could really go for?” I went with Cool Ranch. TT and I chattered for a bit as I gripped the blue packaging. I asked what he was going to get up to. He said his girlfriend was out of town, so he was going to play video games all night. I asked how long they’d been together. Eleven years turns out. I told him twelve for me, feels like no time at all though. He agreed. I said my relationship is the longest thing I’ve ever done. “Not me!” TT said, “Improv!” We laughed until we cringed. I winced, well, sure, me too. I had thought TT was from the Midwest, but he corrected me, no, a small town up north. He said it was cool, that I'd like it. I asked why he was so cure I'd like it. "Well..." TT thought, "Because you're cool."
I made a big deal of this, sprinted away, shouting over my shoulder, "I have to go! Can't beat being cool! This conversation is all downhill from here!"
Puhg went to bed, so I ate a bowl of the new Doritos under the moon while watching TikToks about how AI is catapulting us into drought. After midnight I moved inside to eat a second bowl of Doritos in the cream chair while watching a YouTube lecture about Carl Jung.
This morning I worked out and read some of Crying in H Mart and pitched Puhg my newest artistic business idea (approved) and designed my Weekly Action Plan and tapped at a new essay. This afternoon I will go to the pool, fold the clean laundry, and assuredly finish my second bag of Doritos in 48-hours.
didn't do it on purpose, but gotta face the music
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