After Denny's, we drove several circles around Concord and then returned to Benicia, where I showed the butcher my high school and various other sights. I took him down to the industrial park where we climbed stairs and roofs, as well as purloined our way into a building that was not supposed to have been open. We wandered around inside-- I was dissatisfied... too many things had been changed. Doors had been spackled into oblivion, the attic's doorframe had no trace of a glimpse inside. The most exciting bit of the excursion was when we heard Don Henley's music through the cracks of a blacksmith's shop... but he must have been hiding in what seemed to be a loft.
After the industrial park, we reached my house where we said goodbye... but several text messages and a few dollars later, the butcher and I made our way to my mother's house where my futon currently lies in rest. We watched Little Britain and slept in an sporadic sort of way.
He helped me prepare my dad's breakfast and around 7.30 am we departed-- he to his work and I to my home. He arrived early to his work and I arrived home in good time. Take ecstacy with me.