magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

Untitled.

6 June 2004

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'Hi Adam?'

'Yes..'

'Hey, it's Bean.'

'Who? Oh, Bean! How are you?'

'I'm doing alright. I'm calling about your soggy barbecue. From what I understand you live about two blocks away from me, so I figured that I should stop by.'

'Yeah, totally. We're actually on the way out to the store right now. We didn't think that anyone would show up because of the rain, but they did, and we don't really have any food. But we'll be back in a bit, or you could come over now, there will be people here to let you in.'

'Cool. I'll head over in a bit.'

'Great. See you soon.'


I grabbed a couple of veggie burgers from the freezer. 5/6 of a six-pack of Sierra Nevada. Put socks and shoes and a sweater on. And headed over to Adam.K's, which is literally one parallel street north of my place. It's odd that I've never bumped into him around the neighborhood over the last four months.

There were a bunch of RISD kids there. Some who I hadn't seen in about two years. Some who I had never really met before tonight. But they've made their share of non-RISD friends in that last few years too. Most importantly, I felt pretty comfortable among the people there. And after a few beers was also fairly involved in conversations. It was nice. I'm glad that I forced myself to get out of the house and go.

Eventually people filtered out, and those who were sticking around moved into the living room to watch the season finale of The Sopranos. I had only ever seen one episode previously, but it was actually the immediately previous episode, so I felt enough in the loop to stay.

And hung out for another hour or so afterward.