Saturday January 20, 2007

I went to Texas to eat at a Denny’s. Billy was our waiter. He had a few teeth missing and was pretty hard to understand. He would talk fast and in some strange accent and you would thing you heard “that’ll be two dollars,” out of “We’ll have to open a new bottle.”
But Billy was cool. I liked Billy. I always go to these places and never really go to these places. To me, Florida is an airport, a hotel, and a columbian resturant. Denver is two different hotels, the same airport, an Italian resturant, and some other resturant. Now Dallas is one airport, two hotels, ruth’s chris, Denny’s and Billy.

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