After Church, I went to the gym. In the recreational room, there was this Capoeirista named Jared. (Not to be confused with my homie Jared.) He says he originally trained in the east coast. But now that he lives here, he trains under a teacher who's mestre is Accordeon. I first heard about Accordeon years ago. People described him as "the gangster Santa Claus."
JARED: I've always known him to be jolly ...
RYAN: Jolly? There you go.
Mommy and I ate dinner at Outback Steakhouse. Her favorite waitress, Lindsay, was there. Lindsay's renewed in my database.
We stopped by Pinkberry afterward. I had a small sized Peppermint, which I asked to be made to look like the design displayed on their window. I think the toppings were two kinds of shaved chocolate and chocolate syrup. I think. Mommy had mango flavored topped with mango.
At Barnes & Noble, the security guard who's been familiar with me for a while, and who's of some kind of Latino descent, saw my Manny Pacquiao shirt.
SECURITY GUARD: You would wear that shirt!
RYAN: Well ...
SECURITY GUARD: I don't like you right now!
But that ethnically ambiguous Monica was there and is renewed in my database.
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