I Just Met a Babe at Johnny Rockets

Down the street from where I live is a Johnny Rockets. Now let me back up for a second, as I have frequented the Encino locale on many occasion since birth.  I love Johnny Rockets.  Always have.  Always will.  Now on to the chloraphyl…

I’m sitting there getting crazy with Chili fries and an Original Burger, when all of a sudden - this French/German but raised in New York superbabe walks in, sits down, and a few minutes later, starts talking to me.  I shit you negative.  

Thirty minutes later and we’re talking about books and tv shows and what we want to do with our lives.  I walked her outside, and we exchanged pleasantries such as phone numbers.  WIsh I had a friend like Trent in Swingers to tell me to wait 6 days.

My finger smell like chili.  My hair — total Al Franken mode.  No idea what this bird wants from me, but hey, I’ll take it!

Here name is Ava.

So let it be written.  So let it be done.