This is what happens every time Rafael and I run into each other on our block.
My days don't really begin until I get off work at 6PM and actually become a real person, but by that point I'm so tired that all I want to do is go to the gym, wank one out, and go to bed. I don't really like to go out and party like other twenty-somethings in New York City who get plastered at a club and dance shirtless with a horde of sweaty bodies, find their soul mate from across the crowded room, and make out until they wake up next to each other the next morning not knowing the other's name. I may be generalizing a population of my... I guess we can call them "peers," but what I'm trying to say is that I'm more of a homebody who prefers lively piano and dive bars to the thumpa thumpa of a megaclub when going out for a night with the boys.
