To The People Painting That Building They’re Tearing Down In Your Sketchbooks:
I know I didn’t say, “I want to be your friend,” as I passed on my way to Trader Joe’s, and then purposely walked on the other side of the street on my way back so as to avoid walking by you again, but…I want to be your friend. Because I want to be friends with anyone who would take the time to sit across the street from that building they’re tearing down and paint it in a sketchbook.
I said, “Are they tearing it down?” And you guys said, “I don’t know.” Then I walked away.
I bought ravioli if you’d like to come for dinner. I don’t own enough chairs to accommodate you, but you don’t seem like the kind of people who would mind.