Two compliments

A little sad today. I take a walk to Jack N the Box and eat a fair amount of unhealthy food, noticing with a little sadness the bulge in my stomach in the reflection of a bank's reflective windows. Then I walk to Maclains and get an Orange Crush and write.

It occurs to me that I have received two compliments on my little outing. A long haired Asian guy at Jack N the Box said, "I gotta say, I really admire your beard. As an Asian man, I can only grow this," he says, indicating his goatee and thin moustache. Then at Maclains, this other long-haired dude noticed my copy of Infinite Jest and said, "David Foster Wallace. Nice."

Life is okay. People are okay.