This ridiculous incident occurred almost 10 years ago in San Francisco when I shared an apartment with two dudes, one I was friends with and one who was just the worst. I’m going to run the whole, goofy story in 3 parts this week. It’s basically a 6 page story explaining why malls freak me the fuck out.
PS: We did indeed to go that birthday party for Miles’ stripper friend, which was quite a debacle for me. But you’ll have to buy my next book in September to read the story about that incident. haha tricks!