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matt and i had decided to enjoy our del taco fish tacos outside today. inside was full up. after an invigorating conversation something about the sovernty of God, and as we were finishing up, a shorts-clad postman – with a significant number of tats – …

“you’ve got a nice ride there, dude.” the cool, bald, goatie-clad gentleman shouted across the median. we were both stopped in traffic along university near UCI — he was going the other way of course. i scanned his truck searching for a compiment to return, …

every now and then matt and i go to JITB for lunch. winding our way through UCI and the associated j-walking students on a recent trip to enjoy some ciabatta chicken, curly fries and mac-talk, one particular student looked up acknowledging the exhaust sound louder …

when i stopped at the light at sandburg, an older man stepped off the curb into the crosswalk and crossed in front of me. it had been raining earlier that morning, so i was wearing my yellow rain jacket. “hu, he’s got the same jacket …