Rachel was here.
We went to Coney Island. We watched the freak show (we agreed that we would both totally fuck the blockhead), ate hot dogs, walked the board walk, and screamed like banshees on the Cyclone. It was good to have her close to me. She has a magic pendulum that tells the future. She is my earth mother high priestess of love. Once, Rachel's breast attacked her. She fought back and beat the sucker up bad. Now her breast will never try to kill her again. She is a magical woman.