Got hungry while working last night and fired up the grill. Noticed there was not too many people walking down the alley (my alley is the main walkway from my neighborhood to the bars at the beach) for a thursday night. Looked at the clock and it was 3:30am.

Said fuck it and grilled up a FAT porterhouse/bacon sandwich on french. MMMM.

My sleep schedule is so random it makes it hard to eat at "normal" times.

--Chubbs