Last night I ran into my best friend from when I saw fifteen. He was drunk and walking by CVS. We hugged and he asked me what I was listneing to. Then I asked him. He was with a drunk thirty-year-old named Chris, who was nice. He asked if I was still a film major and I said “yeah, it’s silly.” Chris yelled at me, saying, “no, it’s creative!” and I thanked him for that. My old best friend and I spent a lot of time staring at each other, smiling. We exchanged phone numbers. It was the best thing thats happend to me in Lebanon for about four years.