Thursday, February 21, 2002
On the way home from the beach, we stopped so that Frank could pay for the cell phone minutes. I stayed at the car, and it turns out that my old friend Giles was nearby, working on his soon-to-be-opened photography studio. We chatted for a bit, and he gave me a beer. I drank the beer pretty fast cuz I was really thirsty after walking in the wind. I started coughing when I was talking to him because I am no longer used to talking for any real length of time, and we had been walking in the wind just prior to that.