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I'm taking my sister, Felicia, to dinner tonight. I don't see her all that often and I really miss her. It should be a fun time.

I've been restoring this old 1940's beach cruiser style bike for my sister, Liz. She just recently got a job at a store close to where she lives and I don't want her walking. I already hate that she has bus it to the university. I would full-on hate having my sister walk home at midnight. I finished the bike and gave it to her on Monday. It is a red body with gold trim. Gold forks, gold chainguard, gold pedals, black and gold handgrips; it kicks ass. It even has ape-hanger style handlebars on it. Fucking sweet. I also gave her some pepper spray and showed her how to gouge an eyeball using a ball-point pen.

I had the opportunity to make love to a sweet young lady last night who is visiting my friends, Joe and Kate. Unfortunately by the time we were getting ready to leave and head back to Joe and Kate's house, Julie the friend, was seriously snookered. She could walk fine. She wasn't totally out of her mind. But I was sober. I can't use that to my advantage. Even if it was readily apparent that we were going to have fun before she got trashed, I still don't think it would have been right. But I get to see them again tonight. I'll keep the drinks out of her hand so that when it comes time to taste her she'll remember everything that happens.